On a quick holiday in Brittany, we went to a café for a cup of coffee. Check out the windsock in the background! Exotic location – who says romance is dead?
We were on Quiberon, a peninsula on the south coast which is a bit of a holiday destination. The Aerodrome Quiberon had a handy car park – in the centre of the “island” within walking distance of most places. Walking too far was not recommended due to the heat…
The airfield was a quiet little place with the occasional movement…
There were people in the aero club so I wandered in for a chat in my fractured French. I managed to come away with a Pilote Breton hat, seen here airborne over Perthshire later:
Down at the nearest beach, we found out that it was named after the aerodrome. Every airfield should have a beach.
The end of the asphalt is close to the shore, so traffic onto runway 29 comes whistling over the sunbathers, the path and the road before landing…
Back home from our Breton break, and straight back into instructor stuff. A two yearly revalidation flight in an RV8:
Differences training in a lovely Sting, much nicer than our old one:
Taking friends flying:
Normal instruction in the typical Scottish summer weather:
And just general RVing.
A nice variety. Being semi-retired is awesome.