Whirly,
Couldn't agree more about the major reason for flying. Every time I head off down the runway and feel the wheels lift off, I can't stop a big grin spreading across my face as the ground drops away below. (I know I should be anxiously thinking what I need to do in case of an Efato, but constantly expecting the worst kind of defeats the whole object!
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Interestingly, although there are obviously far more men than women at my club, I've never felt patronised or regarded as different because of my gender. The closest I've come to it was on one of my solo landaways at Lydd, when the FISO told me to park next to the Piper XXXX...short pause..."that's the bluey-green one in front of the tower". Just as well he mentioned the colour - I'd still be taxying in circles now!
