Once I was doing most of the flying, didn't feel queasy and so could discontinue the quells.....but one day at Booker, Brian Spreckley asked if I would like to sit in the back of the Marianne glider while he flew the task in a cross country competition, as the person scheduled to fly with him hadn't turned up.
How often do you get to fly with a world champion? Of course I said yes, but didn't have time for a quell, so made sure there was a handy sick bag just in case.
Felt OK for most of the time, we flew round Newbury, then Banbury, then coming back toward High Wycombe, gaining height for a final glide over Bicester town, I finally went quiet in the back, and chucked my cookies....trying not to disturb the pilot....
Are you all right, Mary? he asked kindly. I am now, I replied. And of course once you have puked, you feel better. What should I do with the sick bag, I asked. O, just chuck it out the DV panel said Brian. So I did.
We continued the climb over Bicester, and looking down, I commented to Brian that there was a white bird following us round in the thermal.
White bird hell, he said, that's your sick bag!
It had knocked against the wing, spilling the contents, so became airworthy....
When we got back, guess who had to wash the glider.....