All down to personal preference, I suppose.
I'm remembering the Tomahawk from 20 years ago when I had things like hair, a waistline and my whole life ahead of me.
I must sort out a trip some time soon; remind myself of what it was like.
I always found it a delight to fly, dogfighting over South Wales, hovering over the piano keys, stalling and spinning (and the tail remained attached - I'm 99% sure I'd have noticed it missing on the next walkround).
You might be right about the trim, though - I only discovered trim, carb heat and rudder pedals after I left the Tomahawk behind.
Perhaps it's rose tinted glasses; looking back on a time of freedom and, well I was going to say innocence, perhaps not, but a wonderful time nevertheless.
I liked the low wing, the visibility, the room, the handling and the forgiveness that the Tomahawk showed to the young and over confident me.