There was a daytime version to the Wessex window gag.
Think: brand new squadron pilot on his first solo trip since joining squadron in Singers.
Beaut of a day off the coast getting some basic ping-time.
Just enough breeze for good doppler hover hold; head down trying to suss what really makes all this really work; when in over my right shoulder comes a thermos cup full of lemonade.
Lets just say that the dampness evident on the front of my flight suit, after landing, was not due entirely to spilled lemonade.
