For a while I commuted between Luton and Frinton on Sea in a Rallye Club. The crewing bod said I'd have to take my fair share of night flights so I braved the first flight home after friends said they'd make me a flare path. All was okay until I got to SW Stansted where I started to get kind of confused by what I could see. Still a long way to go and while Chelmsford, Braintree, Colchester etc., all looked okay, Clacton, Holland on Sea and my home town looked totally wrong. At one point I almost turned around. I was so used to that area, lived there, trained there, but this now just looked wrong.
When I got to my field my palls had made around 20 cans with paraffin and a rag. The light to my night vision was disabling. I was holding my arm up to shield my eyes as I landed.