Well "there I was" at Coventry one February night in 1984, hacking round the circuit in a Beagle Pup putting in the touch and go's (or was it full stops, can't remember) to get my night rating.
I'd been aware that it was getting a tad misty as I took off for the last time but on downwind all was well. Imagine my surprise then, as I rolled off base onto finals, watching the runway and approach PAPI's disappear.
My finals call was something like "G-AP finals to land..er..is it possible to turn the lights up please?" Suddenly, out of the dark a streching rectangle of light appeared and down I touched. As I slowed the Pup, it felt like I was in a corridor of light and as I joined the taxiway, the lights returned to normal and I realised how much fog had descended in a very short time. Approaching the ramp area my instructor, Bill Burnhope, made a patting motion over his heart (sorry Bill). His final words that evening, were to tell me that Coventry would be billing me direct for the electricity.