Firstly, thanks are due to Jo Howell the pilot and Cessna VH-JBX. Thank you both for a fantastic ride around the skies of Greater Perth. Wonderful!!
No Newtonian Laws were called into question, the extended takeoff run was all down to my bulk as was the initial rate of climb. The rather meagre 300 feet per minute soon reached a more respectable 1000 fpm thanks to the the many thermals encountered. Cloud cover at around 4000 feet prevented any acrobatics being demonstated but to be honest I wasn’t disappointed, although Jo was, I think. I still have horrid memories from years ago, of doing aerobatics over the Medway Valley and seeing the Medway road bridge spinning a long way below me and wanting to be anywhere but in that small aeroplane. Even after 30 years, that thought still brings acute fear and dizziness.
On returning to our Lynwood HQ I found that plans had been made to visit the Whaleback Golf Driving facilty. I hadn’t bashed a ball with a long stick for years so went along with tons of enthusiasm.
60 balls from a bucket and one broken #3 iron later I remembered why it had been so long. I am completely dyslexic at any activity which involves bats and balls. This includes snooker, tennis, badminton, cricket, rounders, pool, pingpong etc etc so my performance should have been no surprise to me. It was the sheer hapless, hopelesness of my attempts that was so disappointing. My head is now hung in shame.
A busy day. The early evening was spent at the Bentley Science Park function centre. The rather good DJangles were performing for a corporate event there and Bro was appearing as guest ‘harpist’. Being a tad on the conservative side, I prefer the term, mouth organ but this isn’t acceptable to a dyed in the wool bluesman, or Bro.
A great set and we even got to be roadies at the end of the gig and helped the band pack up their gear and load their cars. To be a roady was a great ambiton of the teenage me, I finally got to fullfill it tonight. Could things get any better?
Well yes they could!! We popped into the Victoria Park food court on the way home and had a curry to die for. Thank you God.
As for tomorrow? It is as yet unplanned (as far as I know), but whatever transpires it’ll be good and will involve eating some very lovely grub and quaffing some equally lovely drink.