Rare Autumn sunny day at Topcliffe - QFI in ops room to stude hanging around looking bored - QFI: "Have you got any solos to do, Bloggs?"
Stude: "Yes Sir, but I can't fly" (unfit with a cold)
QFI: "Don't worry son, we'll teach you!"
How we laughed at the QFIs' superlative banter at Topcliffe/Leeming - and then had the boot firmly on the other foot when QFI and stude had to flight-test the safety equipment after a spell inverted in their 'dog in a huge cu-nimb. Stude landed safely in Farmer Giles's soft and luscious cow pasture, while QFI landed in FG's soft and pungent slurry pit.