My hands were sweating as I made a less-than-perfect touchdown.



Luckily, I was able to quickly straighten up and slow to a halt without incident. Not that that made any difference to Flight Lieutenant Lambert who spent nearly 15 minutes chewing me out about my sloppy flying at the debrief.



Still, I’ll have the last laugh.

It won’t be long, now, until I’m rolling, dipping and diving through the skies in a brand, spanking new Hawker Hurricane while Lambert’s still stuck here at Gosport with its stinking, mouldy barracks and crappy old biplanes.

It can’t come soon enough!