Silence is golden.

Little bit strange watching the video of my solo flight today. Compared to my dual flight with Bob where I was cursing myself, worrying about what was going on and just generally making the weird and random noises I do when I’m flying and stressed, my solo flight was silent.

Not a word, really. I think once I took a moment to remind myself that apart from being a tad off the centre line that I was actually doing really well.

It was just me, the plane and silence* up there. I felt more in harmony with SAR than I’ve ever felt before.

Then she tried to shake my joints loose after landing! Typical!



* apart from the engine noise, when that stops you worry!