As often happens when fog fills the valleys, Rivar Hill kept its head above the clouds. The sun never quite broke through but visibility was ‘CAVOK’ with inbound Heathrow traffic in clear view below featureless top cover. Despite early canopy misting and Alan P’s best efforts to obscure the entire airfield with bonfire smog, flying commenced in the late a.m.
The airfield had been well attended from an early hour, but the absence of a duty team presented Richard D with the unenviable challenge of running it with little experienced backup. So, resourceful as ever, RD sends an SOS to Stephen O who then conjures up the requisite crew in short order. And so it came to pass that electronic jungle drums brought forth a surfeit of helpers, with four instructors ensuring that everyone who needed back seat assistance got it with a minimum of delay. Even so, steady demand kept three two-seaters busy until late afternoon.
It started to rain as the hangar curtains were drawn. Thanks to everyone who answered the call.