Needless to say the weather got the better of them, and the ride home got a wee bit hairy. The boy's headsets were turned off so they couldnt hear the pilot and my sister (who does kind of know her sky stuff being an air traffic controller) panicking. The instruments were no use and they had to fly home by visual, looking for gaps in clouds. The plane, as you can see in the photo below, isnt much bigger than a go-cart, and was rocking all over the place. Thor was in full glory to be sure. Scott fell asleep and Derry thought it was great fun. (He has a short, hahahah, future in kamikaze maybe?) Somehow they managed to fall in behind a larger aircraft and find a corridor between thunderclouds and by some great miracle their little baked bean can made it home.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Derry and Scott's Parisian Vacation
A few years ago, and under duress, I trusted my little sister to take the boys to France for the day ... in an itsy bitsy Piper plane. Her friend was the pilot and "needed some practice time". LOL. What was I thinking!!! So anyway, off they went and arrived safely. They played in the rain, had a bit of a paddle and stopped by a patisserie for baguettes and such to bring home for tea. Then, if my memory serves me correct, Lorna got a call from her pilot friend to frog march it back to the 'airport'/field pronto as a storm was setting in and he wanted to beat the clouds.