Ok, so it rained a little. Ok, perhaps not ‘little’ as such – in fact I don’t think I’ve ever seen the roads approaching Shalbourne as flooded as they were on the way up this morning. And ok yes, it was sort of snowing as I arrived at the field and you ideally didn’t want to be attempting to get to the top without four-wheel drive. But as I’ve tried to point out, a non-flying day is not the same as a non-learning day, and indeed a few minutes of thinking on the ground can be worth more than many hours of non-targeted bumbling around in the air. And so it was that, after a spot of wheeler-dealing which included rigging Liz’s old tent in the clubhouse, James, John and I got on with some training planning. Frequent cups of tea helped stop us freezing as the temperature dropped to 2C but plans were made in time for us to slither down off the field and close up just as it stopped raining. There’s a moral here somewhere… possibly…
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