Pilot

Mr H has been contemplating a career in the Air Force. His godmother has been brilliant and bought him a flying lesson in a two seater light aircraft....He might as well find out if he likes flying.

So off we went today. I managed to crack all the jokes about making wills, offering useless advice about survival techniques and making effusive goodbyes. I don't know what comes over me sometimes.

He rose above it and took it all in his stride. Seems like he really enjoyed his hour in the air. He was tired at the end and fell asleep in the car - it must have been a bit nerve-wracking. Or maybe it was because he was up really late last night with his mates.

Other than that Mrs W and I are mooching around sneezing and coughing and feeling rubbish. Spirits are good though.
P.S. Decided to change the picture for this - slightly different processing.