The Slough of Despond

The winter sunshine is bright enough to force a permanent squint, even with my sunglasses on. A perfect day to go flying I thought but at the same time, I wondered how the grass runway at Maypole had stood up to a week's rain.

The answer is that it hasn't, as I discovered as I sank up to the tops of my boots in muddy water. One other optimistic pilot had taken off this morning but the marsh-like conditions leave very little room for error and the last thing I want is to find myself diving into a swamp when I should be climbing into the air.

I'm going to have to wait until it dries out, which could be weeks at this time of year. Meanwhile, several small helicopters from Manston are flitting around in the sunshine overhead;like large dragonflies, rubbing-in the fact that I'm grounded until the end of the rainy season here in Kent.

I hate helicopters.


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