Sion on a bright hazy day...... having worked out the procedure in your thick Yorkshire head, you get to minima and the haze obscures the Airfield, and Cumulogranite surrounds.....
or....London City having just dropped off at Biggin hill, the controller says 'this will be radar vectors to a short pattern...blah blah' (Thank God for Al Murray.......) and the F/O says 'wibble.....'
