I was keeping an eye on the METAR, as previously mentioned there
was weather due to come in, but round about the time I would be due back. I was
relatively confident that I’d make it back in plenty of time. I would have been
happy to take off given the predicted conditions and the view out of the
window. However, in my quest to actually act like PIC, I dutifully phoned flight
services for a weather briefing, expecting to be able to use it to justify my flight
that morning.
Hmm, apparently not. Got the “slightly-verbose-and
speaks-very-quickly” guy from flight services and while I didn’t quite catch
many of the locations he was talking about I did get the general idea. “Bring
whatever the TAF says forward by about 2 hours and I’m not expecting it to remain
VFR at your location for more than an hour or so”
CRUD!
I dutifully report this to Bob; he confirms that he has just
cancelled our flight. “What about tomorrow?” I ask hopefully. Eventually we
discover that there is a plane (and instructor!) available, but only from
7:00am – 10:00am.
Now while I wanted to fly I was aware that I was a little on the
tired side. After cancelling this flight I’d actually realised I was a bit
sleepy and crept off back to bed for a nap. Three hours later I finally
emerged. Not wanting to get up at 5:30 on a Sunday I told Bob that I could do
that flight but wanted to make the Go/No Go call the night before. We waited
until the 8:00pm TAF, it was calling for lingering low cloud (possible fog) and
potentially gusty winds (up to 22 knots) from the North.
We called a No Go, and yep you guessed it. Weather has been perfect
all fricken morning.
I CANNOT catch a break.
* I have NO idea if this is true or not, it falls into the category of "lies I tell myself to ensure I don't bottle out"
* I have NO idea if this is true or not, it falls into the category of "lies I tell myself to ensure I don't bottle out"
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