a long standing request to take my grandchildren (and along for the ride my daughter and son-in-law) for a pleasure flight.Although they have all flown on commercial services, only Caroline had ever been in a light aircraft, so this was quite an adventure. I gave a stern safety briefing, majoring on avoiding propellors (which was a little underminded when Seraphina voluteered that she didn't know what a propellor was) - but suitably warned, both
children behaved impeccably.
We booked out at the tower, then checked out the aircraft and got everyone strapped in, then off and heading out towards the north west, loooking in at The Reebock, then over towards Southport.
On the way we climbed to about 3,000' on top of the clouds, then a turn for home, descending to be under the Manchester TMA and back to Barton.
I think Quinn may need just
to be a little taller if he ever wants to be a pilot!
Not at clear just why Rod has his eyes tight shut,
I'm sure my flying wasn't that bad!
children behaved impeccably.We booked out at the tower, then checked out the aircraft and got everyone strapped in, then off and heading out towards the north west, loooking in at The Reebock, then over towards Southport.
On the way we climbed to about 3,000' on top of the clouds, then a turn for home, descending to be under the Manchester TMA and back to Barton.
I think Quinn may need just
to be a little taller if he ever wants to be a pilot!Not at clear just why Rod has his eyes tight shut,
I'm sure my flying wasn't that bad!
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