Just Landed

This morning we were playing with the Flumlet while B used his birthday voucher for an hour's flying lesson at Balado Airfield, near Kinross.

We had a pleasant room to wait, fully kitted out with coffee machine and nibbles and - joy of joys - a pool table. So the hour whizzed by as fast as the plane, fitting in almost two frames of...well, it wasn't pool, as we didn't know the rules and it wasn't snooker because there were none of the required coloured balls, so we called it pooker snool  spool and just potted in turns.

Once reunited with the flier we went to Caulders Garden Centre for lunch; it was so busy that we carried the electronic 'table ready' alert handset for a good half hour before being seated, handily next to the cake display cabinet. But, errors aside, the food was good, freshly prepared and the Flumlet ate the lot plus a strawberry cream tart ( as did B and Mr Flum). 

I recall, when B tried his hand at car racing, that he was described as 'a natural ' so I fully expect that his talents could easily transfer to the air, should his income rise as quickly and as far as the vehicle he piloted today.