I've just spent five hours in a tiny Ikarus C40 microlight aircraft, navigating a friend from Kent, up past Luton, Rugby and Birmingham, to a grass strip a few miles from the runway at Cosford. Having once owned a similar sized aircraft, a Kitfox II, I had almost forgotten what 'Light' aircraft really means, the kind that weighs seven hundred kilos or a little more than my motorcycle. It's slow progress compared say to the fuel-injected Cessna 172 I'll take up to Doncaster tomorrow but it's pretty close to real sprit of flying, as invented by the Wright brothers a hundred years ago and reflected in the film, "Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines".

Sort of makes me think twice about going back to a really small aircraft. I'm getting too old to be uncomfortable!


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