PeeBee came down to Lasham yesterday to reclaim his mask and ended up flying with me for just short of 90 minutes from a winch launch. I took us north of Basingstoke and at one point we were out of range of the airfield; fortunately I found lift and we made it back without disturbing any local farmer
We got to 1 mile above sea-level and the vis was excellent: we could see Didcot power station to the north and the Isle of Wight to the south.
PeeBee took the endless circling like a man, and the only amusing moment came when I tried a negative-g manoeuvre without much warning. I got Pete to leave his seat
he didn't whimper, but I'm fairly certain I heard his ring snap shut with a loud bang
