It’s 3 in the afternoon and the work is done for the day. In true aviator style I look at the nearly clear sky with just a few wisps of Cu and think it’s much better to be up there enjoying the rush of flight than standing here wasting my life.

What better way to enjoy the thrill of flight and the company of good people than to drop in to one of the neighbours for a cup of coffee and a bit of a yarn.

Now the neighbour in mind doesn’t have an airstrip, but they do have a section of straight driveway up to the house about a hundred meters long with good a... [Read More]