Rotor and Tailplane

We sit Sunday out in Sywell, Lavinia was at a wedding on Saturday, so not back home yet.  The official excuse is that we are waiting for the press to meet us at Booker, Wycombe.  Well it is a lazy day, but I manage to sweet talk the reception staff and bag a room for the evening of the LAA at the start of October.  Not sure exactly how I did this since there is a long waiting list and I am not on it.  Peter did not manage to be so lucky. Dinner is not served on Sundays at the Hotel so we ordered in a Pizza from Dominoes.  Yum!  I thoroughly enjoyed it! One last night in a hotel before getting back to my wife, two dogs, cat and my own bed.  This will only be short lived though since I am of to Macedonia on Tuesday.  What a jet set life!

It is raining, we must be in the UK.  Scotland to be precise.  This delays our lift off by half an hour.  Once off we head out over towards Aberdeen, across 30 miles of water, longer than the channel (possibly we are getting a little blazé about water crossings).  We make land again near Cullen passing east of the Cairngorms and onwards to Montrose for our last see crossing.  Our final coat in is just north of St Abbs and then past Berwick-upon-Tweed; finally in England! Our flight takes us west of Newcastle, Durham and Middlesbrough and into the small airport of Bagby.  Peter knew a man at Bagby, but he is no longer at the airport, having been fired for some nefarious act (this we only found out because there were posters on the walls of the club house telling people that he was no longer welcome on the field).  He actually told Peter that he left on is own accord! After a chat and some Coca Cola we head off to Sywell, our final stop and layover before Booker, Wycombe. We appr