My very first Flight.
My very first flight was in a blue Auster in the late 1950s. It was a pleasure flight from Elstree and consisted of a circuit around the reservoir. My dear Dad, who until then had only flown in a Dakota, came along too and I remember how he gripped my shoulder in alarm when the pilot throttled back on base leg. I loved it so much that I bullied him into coughing up for a second ride. He resolutely remained on the ground.