Friends of ours have a Halberg Rassy and asked us to join them on a trip to the Fortunate Islands but quite frankly I’d rather go to the dentists.
Now an early evening run over Dartmoor with the V8 burbling away is the business, it’s good that we all have different tastes.
Were I to be told I could no longer do aerobatics in a Tiger Moth I would get maudlin, that 3rd dimension in an open cockpit is very special indeed to me.
