RE: Now THAT was FLYING!!

Well, for me, that very first trip aloft as a spotty faced kid of twelve. I was taken to West Malling Airfield in Kent, and got my first taste of flying at a RAF Volunteer Reserve Gliding School. Open Cockpit in Late November. Winch launched to 1300′ agl, and then that glorious peace, with the whole of the Kent Weald spread below me, and to the North the gilded buildings of London. Effortless, and I even got to fly the thing! That was X?!** years ago now, and I have been connected with flying ever since. More recently, a Spring Morning Flight with a Pal in a sixty two year old Tiger Moth. It reminds you what your feet are for if nothing else!

By the way, are you the same AirBear from Pprune?

Tailwinds

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