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Posted by Helen Krasner Oct 21, 2008 |
You read of people 'going solo' in five hours, ten hours, that sort of thing. If it takes you longer, don't worry about it. It took me...48 flying hours! I had a real struggle with landings, an instructor I didn't get on with, and for a while I lost all confidence in my own abilities. And of course there was the notorious British weather to contend with!
But despite everything, I stuck at it and gradually things got better. And one day my instructor asked me to let him out, and told me to go and fly a circuit on my own.
Many people would have been nervous, but I wasn't at all worried, just relieved that I had finally reached that point. I made my radio calls as usual, taxied to the runway, and took off. The first thing I noticed was how well the aircraft climbed without the great lump of an instructor sat next to me. Then I was too busy to think of anything but flying, until I turned downwind, made a radio call, and did my pre-landing checks. At that point I looked across, and realised the other seat was empty. That was when it dawned on me - I had actually learned to fly!
The rest of the circuit was fairly routine. I turned base, then final, then landed...a fairly good landing, I seem to remember. Then there were congratulations from everyone, which was very nice, but to be honest, I wondered what all the fuss was about by then. Because I was already thinking ahead, wanting to do more, and to get my licence...
More next time...