As often happens when fog fills the
valleys, Rivar Hill kept its head above the clouds. The sun never quite broke through but visibility was 'CAVOK' with inbound Heathrow
traffic in clear view below featureless top cover. Despite early canopy
misting and Alan P's best efforts to obscure the entire airfield with
bonfire smog, flying commenced in the late a.m.
The airfield had been well attended
from an early hour, but the absence of a duty team presented Richard D
with the unenviable challenge of running it with little
experienced backup. So, resourceful as ever, RD sends an SOS to
Stephen O who then conjures up the requisite crew in short order. And
so it came to pass that electronic jungle drums brought forth a
surfeit of helpers, with four instructors ensuring that everyone
who needed back seat assistance got it with a minimum of delay. Even
so, steady demand kept three two-seaters busy until late afternoon.
It started to rain as the hangar curtains were drawn. Thanks to everyone who answered the call.
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