A sweaty palm a pounding heart,my chest feels really tight,
I must keep calm and do somehow this my first solo flight.
Iv'e called the tower I'm cleared to go to line up at the holding zone,
a burst of power and now I know what thousands before me have known.
At 55 knots she unsticks clean,the tension starts to deplete, I look over
my shoulder then look away quick at the sight of the empty seat.
I call downwind,I'm nearly there,I'm doing ok so far, we're all alone
up in the air, just me and "Bravo-Papa"
On finals at last, full flap out, 65 knots on the clock, over the hedge
and without a doubt,a landing not many would knock.
So as I taxi in,a happy bloke, grinning like a fool,
this is the happiest day of my life, a bit like the day i left school.
Please forgive this bit of self-indulgence but I was "moved" to put my first-solo experience down on paper when I did mine on Dec 29th 1977.
It was in Chipmunk G-BDBP at Tollerton. I will never forget it .
