Some years ago, a friend invited my partner to accompany us when we went "playing" at Barton,in a Chief that he had a share in.
Well, he and I had a quick jolly and I duly swapped places with "her indoors"......off they went......after an hour , i'm thinking b
d....he only gives me 15 min's and she doesn't appreciate it and gets a real good long flight!
Light starts to fade.....the familiar sound.....bobs over the hedge and drops straight in,to refuel.
A debrief in private revealed that Preston had been abeam in around 10 minutes....warning bells rang and a prompt 180 saw groundspeed at a minus figure (she thoughy that was a wonderful trick!
) "balls to the wall" and low level between the hills bought a leisurly groundspeed and a constant recalculating whether daylight or fuel would run out first.
We learned a lot about slow taildraggers and strong winds from that!
And, to this day, the Ex. has never found out why she got such preferential treatment
