While a nominally great idea, they were understating the case a bit.
The weather called for 8mph winds, gusting up to 45mph. Monday...Tuesday...in fact, the whole holiday. Nobody would be flying this week, not even the instructors.
I took credit for my course, and rebooked another course for 14 October, in Spain. Perhaps the weather there is a little more cooperative?
With a heavy heart I started off home. Just a couple miles from where I was staying, I caught this landscape out the corner of my eye, and had to stop and try to capture it.
I didn't get to fly, but a boy can dream:
