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Scuppered!

The problem with Wales is that it is full of mountains……

… and with mountains, comes weather!

Welcome news came in the form of the weather forecast, signalling an end to the torrential rain with calmer, high-pressure conditions to come.  It was the opportunity we’d been waiting for to go for a highly-recommended flight to Haverfordwest. 

Sunday came and we duly set off for the airport.  Will had planned the route and completed the out-of-hours indemnity form, a necessity due to the airfield being closed at the weekends (ie without services such as air traffic control).  By 11.45 we were taxiing off down the runway and within minutes, had climbed to 2000ft, passed the local village and able to turn onto our route. 

flooding near the airport
As we set off, we could see the extent of the flooding near to the airport

It wasn’t long before we saw the Welsh mountains appearing in the distance. We also noticed the layer of cloud which seemed to be covering most of Wales.  That wasn’t in the plan!  Keeping to the valleys and diverting to Abergavenny kept us going for a bit longer but as we changed heading to get back en-route, our improbable hopes that the clouds might have dissipated somewhat, were dashed.  Nothing had changed and the cloud was stubbornly not going anywhere. 

low cloud over Wales
Sun breaking through the clouds
Every now and then the sun would break through the cloud, highlighting the mountains and valleys

Ahead of us were the peaks of the Brecon Beacons, mostly hidden behind a screen of white with Pen-y-Fan’s summit (2,900ft) encircled by mist. 

Mountain peak surrounded by cloud
Mist around Pen-y-Fan

We had hoped to fly at an altitude of 4,500ft; the minimum safe altitude to fly over the tops was 3,500ft.  By sticking to the low ground, we’d managed to skirt under the cloud at 2,600ft so it was a definite no-go for the flightpath ahead of us.

Shafts of light breaking through cloud
Keeping under the cloudbase

We had no choice but to turn back, up to Abergavenny again and through the valleys in a reverse of what we’d just done.  We weren’t the only ones – through our headsets we could hear a pilot reporting in that he was aborting his flight to Haverfordwest due to the low cloud base, and returning to Kemble. 

Bird's eye view of a town
Keeping to the low ground

Rather than heading straight back to the airport, we decided to divert towards Ledbury and Great Malvern.  We’d already seen evidence of the flooding, but seeing the burst banks of the River Severn showed more of the devastating effects of Storm Henk. 

Fields underwater from the River Severn
The River Severn with the aftermath of Storm Henk

Back at the hangar we got talking to another couple who’d just returned from a successful trip to Blackbushe.  Had we decided to go east rather than west, we discovered, we’d have had no clouds to contend with and certainly no mountains to fly over.  Despite that, we had a brilliant day, rounded off by bagging the last table in the busy airport restaurant for the best Sunday roast for miles.

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A Trip to Mid Wales

“There’s only about an hour and a half left” said Will glumly. He was referring to the amount of flight time left before Charlie had to go in for a routine service. This was on the Monday. We’d booked to go out on the following Saturday.

Unlike a car which is due for a service when it reaches a certain number of miles, a plane goes in after so many hours in flight. And also unlike a car which you can continue to drive whether or not the service has been done, there’s no leeway with a plane; if it runs out of hours before its service, that’s it, it’s grounded. The only way around it is to request an extension which is what the committee had done, even though the chances of actually getting it were quite small.

On the Thursday, another announcement: “Someone’s taken Charlie out!” followed a bit later by “There’s only 23 minutes left”.

Friday evening came and there was still no sign of the extension being granted, though Will, ever the optimistic, decided on a non-alcoholic beer “just in case”. At 9pm, the news came through. We had a 10-hour extension!

The next morning we were up early as we only had Charlie until 2pm. Will had already done a flight plan to Welshpool for a trip which didn’t happen, so just needed to check the local weather before we left home.

The undulating landscape of Wales

There were about five planes in the hangar that had to be moved before we could get Charlie onto the apron, but managed that in double-quick time with the help of someone who also needed to get his plane out. It was lovely not to feel rushed and the morning actually seemed quite leisurely. More good news came in just as Will was about to start the engines when we learnt that the booking after us had been cancelled. We could spend longer down route and not have to rush back.

It was a warm day, though hazy. From our cruising height of 4500ft, there was very little definition to the contours of the mountains and the colours were somewhat dulled but, nevertheless, visibility was excellent. With a strong headwind – at one point flying at a ground speed of just 63 knots, or 72mph – it took just over an hour to get there. During our flight, we passed through London control and it made me smile to hear pilots checking in for Farnborough and Blackbushe airports – the local geography of my childhood.

Coming in to land at Welshpool

Welshpool Mid Wales Airport sits in the Severn Valley, surrounded by mountains with a long, asphalt runway within a few feet of, and perpendicular to, the A490. With a circuit height of 1500ft above ground level (the standard being 1000ft), and a relatively short approach to the runway, Will cut the power to the engine for a quicker descent and did a glide approach before doing a planned touch and go. By the second time around he’d sussed out the approach and, helped by the headwind, we had such a smooth landing I barely noticed that we’d touched ground. What I did notice, though, was that when Will reeled off the landing procedure as we were coming in, the list included “landing gear down”. The PA-28 has a non-retractable landing gear!! Old habits die hard!

After paying the landing fee (£15), we went to the airport’s Fuel Stop Cafe. Two coffees ended up costing over £8 as I couldn’t resist picking up a jar of local Jam Mafonen (raspberry jam) to take home as well. The cafe was busy but we managed to get seats outside and ordered lunch. Whizzard Helicopters was doing a roaring trade in sightseeing trips that day and their landing site was right next to the terrace. Every few minutes, a heli would land, swap passengers around front to back or load on the next party, then take off again. The food was delicious, but the novelty of seeing (and especially hearing) the helicopter so close soon wore off.

View from the Fuel Stop cafe

Going back was a lot quicker with a brisk tailwind. Approximately 30 minutes quicker! Altitude was 3500 ft with an uplift of around 200ft every time we went over a mountain.

As we were heading off, Will mentioned that he’d landed at Welshpool during his commercial flight training, but though he’d looked at his logbook during lunch, hadn’t been able to find a record of it.

Later that evening having checked his electronic logbook, he remembered that not only had he never landed there as a pilot flying, he hadn’t even been there as a passenger. What he’d actually done was sit in the jumpseat as one of his fellow trainees flew over it. It had obviously made quite an impression.

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How The Other Half Flies

View through the window of a jet taking off

The day we’d booked to go out in Charlie seemed no different to those leading up to it; that is, cloudy, windy and rainy (you can tell this took place some time ago!). Whether we’d be able to fly was a decision we could only make that morning, once Will had checked the Meteorological Aerodrome Report (METAR). 

Fortunately, although the weather wasn’t ideal, it was within limits.  Will had already planned a route the evening before so, by mid-morning, we were taxiing down the runway and heading towards Oxford Airport.  This was to be a nostalgia visit for Will as he had completed his commercial pilot training at Oxford Aviation Academy, being one of the first to qualify for the MPL (multi-crew pilot licence).  It was the first time he’d been back since.

View down the runway with dark clouds above
The weather wasn’t ideal!

The plan was to do a touch and go at Oxford, meeting the requirement for the three landings/take-offs within 90 days required by the CAA.  However, we were expecting it to be busy with training fights, if nothing else, with no guarantee that we’d be granted permission. 

The flight took around 30 minutes over Tewkesbury, Evesham and Banbury.  Much to our surprise, there was no traffic at all in the skies around Oxford and the airport itself was really quiet.  After being given instructions to turn left to avoid the danger zone and keeping an eye on some nearby birds of prey, we got the go ahead for the touch and go.  It was only then that the surroundings became totally familiar to Will – after such a long time away the only thing he’d recognised up to that point was the nearby tower of a recycling plant.

Rain falling in the distance
Rain in the distance

After landing, we put on our hi-viz jackets and headed for the GA terminal looking forward to a hot drink and something to eat in their cafe.  Unfortunately, that was not to be. The turnstile to the GA building was locked and when we enquired, a voice over the intercom told us that nothing was open and to make our way to the Business Terminal to pay our landing fees. 

Now, the Business Terminal at Oxford is for the rich and famous, the great and the good – not for the likes of pilots with a 16th share in an aged PA-28.  We were quickly ushered from the hallowed VIP area into the crew room, out of the way of the family who were just about to head out to their chartered jet.  A few minutes later, with a fantastic airside view through the crew room’s floor to ceiling windows, we were able to see the jet (a Cessna 560XL Citation XLS) take off for its flight to Geneva.  A few minutes later a Bentley, accompanied by an airport support vehicle, arrived at the steps of a Bombardier Global 6000.  An elderly man got out of the car and climbed up the steps to be greeted by a uniformed flight attendant.  A few minutes later, this beautiful jet with just the one passenger on board, took off for the South of France.

Jet heading towards the runway
View through the crew room window of the private jet heading towards the runway

Having sighed over the amazing experience it must be to fly in such luxury, we came back down to earth and managed to get a coffee after asking at the check in desk.  The staff there were polite and helpful to us but I had the distinct impression that someone in the GA terminal was due for a stern talking to once we left.  By the time I got back from asking about the coffee, Will was in deep conversation with one of the jet engineers who’d arrived in the crew room waiting for a plane to come in.

We didn’t leave it too late before heading back.  The weather hadn’t got any worse, but neither was there any sign of improvement.  It was an interesting experience with sights of rainbows alongside the plane, fierce rain which came and went within seconds, and one particularly turbulent patch where it felt as if we were going over one of those hump-back bridges where your stomach is left a few feet below the rest of your body.

View from the plane of a rainbow alongside
Flying alongside a rainbow

Having bumps in the air never makes sense to me.  I can feel another weather/air pressure-related conversation coming on!

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We’re back!

After months of being on terra-firma, we finally made it back in the air. It had been so long since our last flight, that Will had had to go out with an instructor again. Due to us being unavailable, Charlie being unavailable, the wrong type of weather or maintenance issues, Will hadn’t been able to do the three take-offs and landings in 90 days that are required by law, so before he could take Charlie up again, he needed to prove that he was competent to do so.

A few days after that important tick in the box, we were on our way to Shobdon. Just a short trip there and back. I’d only been to Shobdon once before, on the first ever trip in Charlie with Will as pilot. At that point everything seemed so rushed and we hardly had any time on the ground before having to head back. This time around we knew what we were doing and had planned for the inevitable delays (such as catching-up with people we hadn’t seen for ages).

Coming in for a touch-and-go

As we were nearing Shobdon, Will asked for clearance to do a touch-and-go which went perfectly, after which we still had plenty of time to sit outside the airport’s Hotspur Cafe and enjoy a leisurely coffee. It was obviously a stopping point for bikers too – nearly every table, inside and out, was occupied by people in leathers enjoying a late breakfast, while motorbikes of every make and size were lined up just beyond the fence.

The airfield was also busy with gliders with a constant flow of take-offs and tows. More gliders were parked up near the top of the runway surrounded by people presumably waiting to go up.

One of the many gliders being towed that day

Someone had booked Charlie after us so we needed to get him back to the hangar by early afternoon. Due to the proximity of the gliders, we had to stop short of the normal holding point to do the pre-flight checks.

As far as I’m concerned Will can take as long as he likes going through the checklist. These are obviously critical and ensure that the aircraft is in a fit state to fly. The first checks are done before the engine is even started. Once the engine’s on there are more checks, after which permission is sought to enter the taxiway. At the holding point near the entrance to the runway, more checks are done and then, if conditions are safe, permission is given to enter the runway. Inevitably there are times when you have to wait for other aircraft to land or you end up in a queue so it can take quite a while from getting into your seat to the wheels finally leaving the tarmac (or grass). And that’s without getting any fuel!

En-route to Shobdon

Anyway, back to the flight….. We cruised most of the way to Shobdon at around 3,500 ft over the mountains, and slightly lower coming back. Visibility was excellent and the weather was calm most of the time. However, there were some areas of turbulence which caused a few bumpy moments and at one point as we started to descend towards home, there was a sudden drop – the type where your tummy feels like it’s been left behind!

It’s not unusual at our home airport to have to hang back or stay in the circuit as it gets so busy, but that day it was surprisingly quiet and we were able to go straight in.

Charlie is again off-duty having an avionics upgrade after which he’ll be due for his next service so it’ll be a little while before we can get up again, but now that summer’s well and truly here we’re hoping there’ll be plenty of opportunities once he’s back.

Sunday morning on the farm – on the descent
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Being on schedule + Short flight = Longer lunch

According to the forecast a day or so before our planned flight, the weather, yet again, seemed to be conspiring against us. However, we woke up to a lovely sunny day which seemed to improve the further south you got. Luckily we’d planned to go south!

It seemed daft to drive an hour north for a 30 minute flight south as it would have taken about the same time if we’d just got in the car and headed straight there from home. But of course, the whole point was the flight itself; meeting Will’s parents for lunch was the added bonus. And unlike our last attempt, we actually got there in plenty of time and had a good couple of hours with them before heading back.

Since our flight to Popham, Will’s parents had moved house so the flight this time was to Henstridge Airfield in Somerset. Visibility en-route was perfect with a cloud base of 4,700 ft, and our route skirted Bristol Airport before going over the former RAF Hullavington (now a technology campus for Dyson UK) and past Chavenage House (otherwise known as Poldark’s home of ‘Trenwith’).

When we reached Henstridge, Will decided to take the opportunity for a touch-and-go. That was a first for me. We were then second in the queue for the landing and ended up going about 10 miles wide over Compton Abbas to follow the first plane in.

Henstridge Airfield is privately owned so of course, up to a point, they can make their own rules, but I found the list of rules regarding Covid precautions a little strict when most places were becoming more relaxed.

Again due to Covid restrictions, the cafe was limited to hot drinks from a self-service machine and some ready-plated cakes for sale. Fortunately we’d booked lunch at a local pub otherwise I would have been really disappointed.

The museum was closed too, although we were excited to hear a warning over the radio to “look out for the Tiger Moth to the right of the runway.” The Tiger Moth had attracted a small crowd and we were lucky enough to see it take off and do a few circuits.

Lunch was at The Virginia Ash, just 5 minutes drive from the airfield. It was our waitress’s first day there but she made a cracking job of it and we had a lovely couple of hours enjoying our Sunday Roast and putting the world to rights. It would have been nice to have had a glass of wine to go with it but that, of course, had to wait until we got home.

It had started to drizzle when we came out of the pub so we decided to head straight back to the airfield and set off for home. As we were saying our goodbyes, the guy in charge came out and advised us that the weather was coming in and that we should go – we weren’t sure if he just wanted to get rid of us so he could go home, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt that he was being helpful!

Not exactly sure where this is, but it’s around Melksham Without and Pie Corner (great names!). Somewhere in Wiltshire anyway.

As we headed north, the weather deteriorated and we had to fly back at a lower altitude, at some points looking for holes in the clouds which we could fly through.

By the time we pulled up at home, it was dark, it was rainy and it was definitely not flying weather. The Henstridge man had been spot-on!

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A Weekend Away

It’s never a guarantee that Charlie can be booked out for more than a day at a time unless you’re lucky enough to get two consecutive days falling on a week day and a weekend day (i.e., Friday and Saturday or Sunday and Monday). That’s the way the booking system works and anything different has to go through the syndicate committee. Give them their due, they normally look kindly on such requests unless there’s a good reason not to, and that’s how it was when we asked to take Charlie out over the bank holiday weekend.

As soon as we had the go-ahead for a three-day booking we were making arrangements to stay with friends over in Lincolnshire.

The flight to Wickenby Airfield took about an hour and forty minutes. According to Google Maps it would have taken about three and a quarter hours by road, though seeing all the traffic on the motorways, much of the time at a crawl or standstill, it probably would have taken far longer. Visibility was excellent though the cloud base was fairly low keeping us to an altitude of around 2000ft.

Rutland Water in the distance
Rutland Water

Flying above Rutland Water which, coincidentally, I’d visited about two weeks previously, I got to see how vast this body of water actually is. It’s the largest reservoir in England (by surface area) and is a Site of Special Scientific Interest, a Special Protection Area and a Nature Conservation Review Site. I knew it covered a large area but didn’t really get a feel for its size until I saw it from the air.

An urban view from about 2000ft, with the waterway running around an industrial area and out towards The Wash
Boston, Lincs, with The Haven (tidal river) heading out to The Wash

As we flew further north-east, the towns and villages got more sparse and the land a lot flatter. The fields were a patchwork quilt of different colour blocks, interspersed with waterways and quiet roads. Rivers following straight lines with barely a meander, stretched for miles before eventually spilling out into The Wash (another impressive geological feature where salt marsh, mudflats and tidal inlets join the land to the sea and a three-sided coastline forms a bay around one of Britain’s broadest estuaries). It was all so different from the busy-ness of our local area. Wickenby airfield was very quiet with just one other aircraft parked up!

View of the mud flats and waterways alongside The Wash from about 2000ft
The waterways and mud flats along the coastline of The Wash

Our friends were magnificent hosts and on Saturday, Will took Stav up for a flight to Skegness. In the meantime, Jen and I went into Lincoln, little knowing that it was hosting a Steampunk Festival.

A group of people from the Steampunk Festival, dressed in colourful outfits
Fabulous outfits at the Steampunk Festival

The weather had turned out sunny and warm; the Steampunk outfits were impressive/beautiful/eccentric; I could have spent a fortune in the little independent shops on Steep Hill; and an extended lunch at Bar Unico followed by coffee at the Hilton overlooking the marina was a perfect way to end the day. Dinner that evening was home-made pizza cooked in a piping hot pizza oven in Stav and Jen’s garden. Cooking in that heat took no time at all and the pizzas tasted so much better than from a normal oven – authentic and truly delicious.

After a lazy Sunday morning, it was time to go back to Wickenby and home. The weather had returned to the same as Friday so again, we kept altitude at around 2000ft. We took a slightly different, though similar distance, route but with a tail-wind almost all the way back, we were back on the apron in around an hour and twenty minutes.

view from about 2000ft over the River Welland
Flying over the River Welland

We’ve since learnt that Stav has now made enquiries about flight training. Will has decided that we must get a pizza oven for the garden!

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A Day Trip to Newquay

Checking his log book, Will informed me that he’d last flown into Newquay nine years ago and that was as a commercial pilot.  Apart from that, neither of us had ever been there, until Monday last week when we took Charlie out for the day.

We had decided that we didn’t want to go too far as we wanted some time down-route but we were really spoilt for choice. I wanted to head to the South West whereas Will would have preferred to go somewhere with a large model railway shop – Sheffield for example. Luckily for me, he took one look at my face and thought better of it!

The day couldn’t have been better for flying.  It was the hottest day of the year thus far but 3500+ ft up and with the cool air coming through the vent, it was like having air conditioning. Perfect! 

It was also ‘Freedom Day’ so we were expecting it to be busy with everyone taking a day off and making the most of it, as we had. But it was the complete opposite. For once, there were no queues at the fuel pumps or the hold, and we could pretty much go straight onto the runway. During the flights there and back, I think we could count on one hand the amount of aircraft we saw.   

Our route over the Bristol Channel and along the North Devon coast

The route down took us over the Brecon Beacons to Swansea, across the Bristol Channel where we climbed to an altitude of 7000ft (which would give us enough of a glide slope to get us back to land if the engine failed), along the North Devon coast, over the River Camel and into Newquay.

Wind farms on the Brecon Beacons
Swansea Bay

When Will had rung Newquay earlier with prior notice of our arrival, we’d been asked if we needed a taxi to get into town.  Sure enough, our flight had been tracked in and as we got to the club house, just after watching a Loganair Embraer ERJ land, the taxi was there waiting.  Not only that, but we were asked if we needed fuel and by the time we got back later, it was already done.  The service there is truly second to none.

Newquay town centre was about a 20 minute taxi ride away.  Apparently en route we passed Rick Stein going the other way, but I was looking at the views out of the window and by the time I’d registered what the taxi driver was saying and turned round to have a gawp, Mr Stein had long gone.

Lunch at The Beet Box

We eschewed all the fish and chip shops for lunch.  The heat was continuing to beat down and Newquay was pretty packed.  We considered going to Walkabout which overlooked one of the bays but decided to continue walking towards the beach to see if there were any other contenders.  Now, about a year ago I would have never have dreamt this would happen, but Will pointed out an actual vegetarian café and wondered if we should eat there.  So we did, and it was delicious.

One of the many little bays we passed. Perfect weather for a dip!
The River Dart and Dartmouth Harbour

Our flight back took us on a different route: straight over Plymouth and to Brixham, turning at Berry Head then following the coast past Torbay and reaching land at Sidmouth before heading towards Bristol airspace.  We had arranged with my mum and sister that we’d fly over their house and do a couple of orbits.  They could track us on Flight Radar and watch out for us – that was the plan.  As it was, by the time we got there, Will was already on the radio to Bristol and we had no choice but to skirt their village, keep our altitude, abandon any idea of circling round and head straight through, keeping to the east of the runway at Bristol Airport.  We heard later that mum and sister could hear us but couldn’t spot us.  Next time we’ll do it the other way round so we’ll get out of Bristol’s way first. 

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Lunch time

Note to self:  If we book Charlie out for first thing in the morning allow an extra half hour, and if fuel is needed at the destination airport allow yet more time.

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The drive to the airport on a quiet Sunday morning couldn’t have gone any smoother.  We were there with 1.5 hours to spare as planned – enough time for last minute paperwork, a quick chat with anyone else who happened to be around (in this case, one person), aircraft checks, refuelling and any delays at the holding point.  What we hadn’t banked on was that, at that time of the morning, the hangar hadn’t yet been opened and Charlie was right at the back with four aircraft to be towed out onto the apron before we could get a clear thoroughfare.  It took a surprisingly long time to manoeuvre everything out of the way, especially the plane which insisted on braking every time we tried to turn it more than 10 degrees to right or left.

Wheels up eventually at 10.30, and we were on our way – after an apology to the friends we were due to meet at Shoreham Airport that we’d be half an hour late.  Refuelling when we got there and then trying to get from airside to landside with the Covid one-way system and a ‘hidden’ exit gate added another half an hour, but luckily we were quickly forgiven for our lateness and lunch at The Hummingbird beckoned.

It had been a lovely flight across, especially as we’d had permission to go through controlled air space which allowed us to cross the channel to the Isle of Wight, before turning back towards the South Coast passing Hayling Island, Bognor Regis and Littlehampton before joining the circuit just south of Lancing College.  As a prominent landmark for the airport, we had seen the college chapel from afar, towering over the surrounding South Downs and well-deserving of its title as the largest school chapel in the world. Shoreham Airport itself is also a record-breaker being the oldest airport in the UK and the oldest purpose-built commercial airport in the world still in operation.  Anyone who knows their airports will immediately recognise the distinctive Art Deco terminal building, built in 1936 and designated a Grade II listed building around 50 years later.

The Art Deco terminal building at Shoreham Airport

For such a popular airport, Shoreham – or to give it its official name, Brighton City Airport – was surprisingly low on number of aircraft parked up and there were quite a few empty tables at the airport’s Hummingbird Restaurant too.  With the sun shining and hardly a cloud in the sky, we had expected it to be rammed but we easily managed to nab premium seats overlooking the apron and runway.  The skies hadn’t been too busy either considering it was perfect flying weather and a weekend day.  Then it dawned on us – Euro 2020 and England were playing!

For the first time since flying Charlie, we actually had enough time for a leisurely lunch and a good catch-up before heading back.  We took a more direct route home and were back at the airport well before closing, finishing the day in a reverse of the start, putting Charlie back in the hangar followed by the other four we’d towed out earlier.  I don’t think any of them had moved all day. 

Flying over the Beaulieu River and alongside the Solent, looking over to the Isle of Wight

  

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The Squiggle

It was no surprise that as soon as Will had his licence signed off, he was on the syndicate’s booking app looking for Charlie’s next available slot.

Just before lockdown lifted it had been agreed to limit the number of hours each syndicate member could book Charlie out for, so this made it relatively easy to find an afternoon that same week.  As it was Will’s first time in years as pilot with a passenger on board (POB in radio-speak), he decided to go somewhere familiar and not too far away so Shobdon it was!  The plan was to arrive at the airport by 1pm, ready to take off around an hour later and then get back by 5pm.  What we hadn’t planned on was the quick hellos, introductions and other distractions from the friendly people in the flying club, the extra time needed for all the checks and the wait at the fuel pumps.

Our intended hour at Shobdon, where we had been looking forward to a cup of tea and cake, turned into a quick turnaround with just enough time for Will to pay his landing fees.  We did get some lovely views over the Black Mountains though and the weather was lovely and calm, albeit with a few dark clouds over the mountains which we had to avoid. 

The Black Mountains
View of the Black Mountains from an altitude of around 5,000ft

Having just come out of lockdown and with perfect flying weather, it was inevitable that our home airport would be busy, but just how much became increasingly obvious as we got nearer to it.  At about 12 miles out, Will decided to do a couple of circuits around a local landmark – not to have a better look, but to wait for a bit of radio silence so that he could report in.  At the 3-mile point when he’d been asked to update, it was almost impossible to get a word in edgeways. It turned out that Covid restrictions had meant that only one person could be in the air-traffic tower at that time and the person whose turn it was, was having to manage both tower and approach. 

With multiple aircraft already in the circuit, non-standard instructions and a sudden change in runway just as we were about to line up, I’m sure any pilot would have been challenged.  Talk about a steep learning curve, Will must have been sweating once we’d landed!  I have to admire the guy in air-traffic too as it must have seemed relentless with everyone trying to get in before the airport closed. 

Track of our flight in to land

I actually didn’t have a clue of the route we’d had to do coming in so looked at the plot on Flight Radar afterwards.  The orange is the Airport Traffic Zone and the blue, which looks like someone’s picked up a crayon and made some random squiggles, is our track coming in from the north-west and landing from the west.