Dawdly sort of Sunday, ambled down to Haverfordwest for coffee with mum and nephew.
Sunny and calm, it required a certain amount of effort to maintain a proper lookout and not just daydream as TOMS flew along in the lovely still air.
We’re still charging about at close to full blat as we continue running in the new engine, and every time I take off I spend the first few minutes after levelling off trying to get my brain tuned in and stop feeling like I’m on a horse who’s slightly getting away from me!
Strange to realise how used I must have got to the particular engine note at normal cruise and the particular feel of the controls at normal speed.
In any case I was quickly tempted away from a straight line to Haverfordwest and headed around the coast, past Caldy to bank and swing around to gaze down the sea caves in the cliffs below.
I’ve been through those on an inflatable boat trips before. This is better!
Turned away and headed for the Haven, dodging the refineries and heading towards Haverfordwest, which was it’s usual informal weekend self.
The Nephew (now six, as he takes any opportunity to remind people) was swinging on the fence and yelling as I taxied in, shut down and climbed out on the wing.
Coffee and chat, and his compulsory sit in the aeroplane and bevy of questions.
This time he wrung a promise for me that he was big enough to be trusted not to “beep buttons” and that I’d take him up next time.
So, next sunny day it is!
I only hope he lives up to his promise and resists the urge to mash PTT and do his wonderfully convincing “dakadakadaka.” routine…!