| There probably aren't that many photographs
of stubble fires taken by someone leaning over the cockpit edge of a soaring
T21 transiting cross-country. Definitely not your ordinary ho-hum Friday
afternoon, as smouldering bits waft past us from the fiery field below,
but our hopes are justified. You could call it a case of hope rising
again from the ashes!
Another quarter of an hour revolving up to and
at 6,000 ft brings on further penetration of the cold, and a degree of
queasiness, possibly linked.