9am, pick up the neighbour who I'd been promising a trip for ages. An ex Lanc nav on Bomber Command, he hadn't been up in years.
10.30, took off up the Devon coast and bimbled our way to Old Sarum and after one of my better landings, tied up right outside the club house.
11.30, after a nice cuppa headed back up to the North Somerset/Devon coast, across Exmoor, over his house and then back.
Afternoon spent watching #1 son get two wickets during his first match for the seniors while steadily getting 'relaxed' on chilled cider.
Nope, it don't get much better than that. As Lister says, sadly not everyone has the chance of days like this.