My recent night flying induced a considerable amount of ass pucker. Flew down from the grass strip at Forfar on Sunday to visit a friend at Strathven, ended up leaving later than planned and got wheels up at 3.55pm for the 80 mile flight home, light started fading fast after Glasgow. The route takes me past the extended centerline of Dundee where the fully lit up runway was extremely tempting but decided to push on the final 14 miles. I did check in with Dundee on passing to enquire as to the closing time which was 9pm so I knew I had an option. The light really faded fast thereafter and turning final
at the home field the only thing I could make out was the loch and trees that run parallel to the strip but not the landing zone itself, so it was full flaps in, trimmed right back to 1.2 of VSo then clinched my ass cheeks and waited,,,, best landing I've done in months !
