Sunday. Not a day I usually get out of bed too early on, and today was no exception. It was almost 10am, and with my eyes still half asleep I peered out of the window to look at the crappy weather. Yesterday I went down to Chilbolton to do 'stuff'; and the sky looked like it was going to turn nasty to my cowardly eyes, so it was out with the tools instead.

I mumbled something under my breath as my eyes gazed at the cloudless sky. BLOODY TYPICAL. Downstairs, after breakfast, I checked the weather on the 'net. The 215 Met form looked just like I feared - an excellent day was to be had, and I was fast running out of excuses to not go flying. Nikki was game to join me, so we left for the field a bit later.