I Keep quoting the sign I saw at Thruxton:
To learn HOW to fly takes around 45 hours.
To learn WHEN to fly takes a lifetime.
I cancelled today as well. My gut feeling was definitely "No!" and I've learned to trust those feelings. The forecast agreed, and so did reality in the end - very nasty gusty winds. I could probably have handled them, but "probably" isn't enough, and anyway, I do this for fun.
But I know just how you feel, Penguina; nothing worse than that feeling of "maybe I could have flown", at the time of day when you know you should have had the nice "having flown" feeling.
