Taxiing past some heavy metal, the Wilga with it's queasy sex kittens already nothing more than a memory....
Leaving Brize Norton in fine British style, plaice and chips in a newspaper by my side....
I had to deliver this to the East Midlands airport - the pilot was due to fly it in an air display, but must have got out of the wrong side of bed this morning because he'd driven to the station instead of the airfield and got on the train for Coventry instead of taking his plane... Like, doh! I guess even pilots make mistakes like that sometimes.
His howls of dismay, forehead slapping and exclamations of "I don't believe it!!" caused a few raised eyebrows on the Midlands Express this morning... and meant I got to fly this nice little trainer.
I'd best be careful here....
The weather cleared up by the time we arrived at the conurbation known to Earthlings as "Coventry".
Hmm, heated windows... this Provost really is the business...
I thought I'd check it out. I found myself thinking of those Polish models as I flew over these tower blocks, would certainly remind them of home....
The old (bombed out) and new Coventry Cathedrals nestling side by side like one's girlfriend and her mother on a shopping trip.
The flowering cherry trees were in bloom, which was curious as it was December....
I'd seen enough...touched down at East Midlands Airport, wiped the fish n'chip grease from the controls, and climbed out of the cockpit, finding myself met by a very grateful old guy - 'Mr Forgetful'- who took me to the Dun Cow for a beer...
...a happy end for the first leg of my UK tour
Thanks for looking in
Krigl
