I had a club aircraft booked at Barton for several months so by Wednesday was agog with excitement at the prospect of commemorating the Great Day.
Along with 50 or so other club members we sat glumly in the club house hoping for a break long enough to fly. With a lapsed IMC and club rules to be obeyed there was no chance of sneaking around the circuit.
Annoyingly the skies cleared and the viz started to improve just as the sun went down! That capped it for me and I sloped off home despondant.
I was doing OK about it until I made the mistake of logging on tonite to see dozens of pix showing clearly blue skies and happy smiling people. Whilst being happy for all who managed to fly and commiserating with those forced by circumstances beyond there control to remain ground bound I am now totally fed up.
I stopped enjoying living up North some time ago but seeing those shots has convinced me that I need a radical rethink about my flying base.
Ah well only 25 years to the next anniversary
Sir George Cayley
The air is a un-navigable soup that enve-laps Bartons sodden door