Mmmmm. Lets see.
Head down, check which way that needle is pointing - and that one, and the other, and that horizon thingy. And the other. Keep doing it. Do it again. Scan. But hey, we're flying, so lets look out at that view; grey. Clag. More grey. !!!!, that doesn't feel right! What's happening! back to that scan! Phew! All OK now. Head down (keep it down), check which way that needle is pointing - and that one, and the other, and that horizon thingy. And the other. Keep doing it. Do it again. Scan. Do not look outside. There's no view anyway. Except maybe some lights and a runway at destination. Could be Birmingham or Brisbane - looks the same. Enjoy!
Or
Whooo Hooo! Pull up, look outside, your feet are the rudder, your hands the ailerons and elevator. Feel that 'G', feel the airflow in your hands and feet, feel the buffet of marginalally attached airflow, pitch foward a tiny tiny tad to re-attach it, look outside, see land and sky change places, sky instead of Lancashire, then as the Ribble valley appears again (in the canopy top), rotate the earth with a nudge of the stick (what's up and down and airspeed anyway? - all that matters here is angle of attack and energy). But don't look in (much) - look outside. Lots. And smile!! Lots! Enjoy!
Your call.
SSD