Taking Caz flying for the first time was either very brave or very stupid. I'm still not entirely sure which.
She was sort of supportive of the whole learning to fly thing from the start. In the way that partners are supportive when they think it might be a phase. It wasn't a phase Well maybe it was, but once you have spent ££££ it becomes bigger. And eventually the moment arrived where the only logical next step was to actually put her in the right seat and see what happened.
Elstree to Sywell. A reasonable first trip. Sywell has a lovely cafe, a grass runway, and enough GA activity to make it feel like a proper day out rather than just a circuit. The plan was solid.
What the video captures is Caz being entirely herself throughout. Calm in the way that people are calm when they've decided worrying won't help. The occasional raised eyebrow. The look that says she's filing everything away for future reference.
She hasn't stopped me flying. That's probably the most important thing. She's been back in the right seat since. She's even been to Duxford.
Getting the people you love into the air with you is one of the better parts of this whole thing. Even if they spend the entire flight pretending to be fine and trying to feed me peanuts.
