Today though, he potentially has his first “night” flight, something I think he is approaching with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension that I know all too well. He started off by digging his red flash lights out of our telescope kit, one handheld and one head mounted (complete with obligatory Dalek impression). I started thinking about all the things that are going to be harder in the dark.“taxiing’s going to be fun,” I commented “I hope you’re not on 08. I have enough trouble getting into that corner when it’s daylight!”
It was meant to be a flippant, throwaway comment but then I started thinking about ALL the things I do visually that are just that much harder in the dark.
· How the hell do you fly a circuit? All my landmarks are visual.
· How do you follow the shoreline to the practice area , it’s dark.
· How icky must it be to practice stalls in the dark?
· How do you spot cloud?And so on. As I thought of the next “how the hell do you….” They just kept coming out of my mouth. Then I took a look at RTH and realised “ermm, I’m not helping much am I?”
He politely suggested that no I really wasn’t.“I’ll just be quiet then shall I?”
We agreed that might be best!