Thanks Danny, and to the ever patient creamie instructor John Metcalfe who sent me solo in a JP, sadly kicked in Hunter accident a dozen years later. I still go very year to the LAA Rally, in part because Les Hilditch was daft enough one August Saturday in 1961 to send me off on my own in a J1/N Auster, to be told afterwards that my parents had turned up unexpectedly and against strict instruction, and my Mother bless her turned to one of my fellow students and said "Is he going solo, what by himself?" Six months later I turned up at the Towers to run into the same former student, on the same Entry. Oh the embarrassment!