Whiskey Foxtrot Sierra

Right there it is then: our little plane. Tiger Bob flew it over from Scone to Lilydale (near Melbourne). A 5 hour flight but he's found it! Still no sign of the Judge yet (he did call by the way). Our theory is that he is imaginary (like Charlie's Angels). Although we did spot him on the internet, fully dressed up with wig and all that milaky.

We arranged accomodation for Bob and went out for a meal and drinks. Bob's got a lot of good stories (about the Judge) and advised about 3 million flying trips. Well, allright then, just the one story about the Judge: a suspect gets 25 years gaol. Suspect: 'but I might not live that long anymore'. Judge: 'well I suggest you do your very best then!'.

After a few hectic days (the aviation authorities here require a complete flight review), Peter managed to get signed-off to go flying. A small test flight to start with, over the Dandenong Ranges. Turns out to be rather windy and bumpy. Annet couldn't make any time to look at the map or make photo's because she's too busy to keep her stomach in check and Peter has got his hands full keeping the plane under control. Nice start, but we managed to land safely and are already busy planning our next flight.

Watch this space...