the intrepid ventured forth again under a cyclically over-developing sky; the CFI watched his Discus disappear to Gaydon and Bicester with Rob Corbin at the helm, gritted his teeth and did some entertaining instructing with Sarah Cook (going up no longer a problem, getting down still needs a tiny bit of work) and other heroes went off on similar tasks which all seemed to involve 6-up climbs to 6k' over Oxfordshire. Nigel landed at Enstone. Nympsfield's tug got busy for us, but on the last airtow of the day broke the string, then wouldn't start. The CFI got fed up and compounded the general distress by driving over the 'putting-away-spoon' thingy outside the hangar and breaking it into two neatly separated pieces. Ah well...stuff happens.
Waiter! another G&T, if you please...