I spent this morning out in the damp cold working on the family car. Summer seemed a long time ago and I reminisced about a particularly good few days at Aston Down.
This is a picture through the windscreen of an old double-decker bus parked on the runway - the air control tower.
The weather is fair. The runway is empty. The remaining winch cable lies unused. All gliders are in the air, somewhere.
Eight to ten hours in the sun every day for a week. What I now (fondly) refer to as flying bootcamp 2016.
Getting closer to that solo flight.