Yesterday I was determined to get to at least 6000' to cross the Wash from north Norfolk to Skegness, but the weather got in the way. I got above what turned out to be a unbroken layer of stratus lying right across my path. I knew it was clear the other side as I could see Mablethorpe in the sunshine, but I really could not convince my self that I was going to be "in sight of the surface" holding a heading above the cloud, even though it was very beautiful up there, with the wings kissing the tops of the clouds. As it was I had to descend through a hole and run across in grey flat light at 3000'. What I did not like was the stonking headwind which made the crossing seem to last for ever. Mind you, on the way back I shot across like a cork out of a bottle!!