I first got hooked on flying when I was an Air Cadet at school. About once a term, if your name made it to the list, you would have time off

school and travel by minibus to Marshall Airport near Cambridge where you would be shown the safety film "Jump, John, Jump" (anyone remember that!?), clear your pockets of FOD (Foreign Object Damage), then be fitted with your parachute and waddle out, hunched over, with the pilot striding along beside you with his parachute nonchalantly slung over his shoulder to the waiting DeHavilland Chipmunk. Ground crew would fasten you in, the canopy would slide shut and the pilot would take off with the main aim of many to see how green they could make the cadet in the back.
We all loved it!
I don't remember being taught all that much about useful information, such as controlling the power, straight and level flight or gentle turns. However I still remember the principles of how to fly a loop-the-loop, perform a stall turn and a barrel roll...!

The useful information I learnt at a week's gliding course at
RAF Halton. The aim of the course with the
Volunteer Gliding Squadron was to be able to fly a single solo flight at the controls of Slingsby Venture powered gliders.
I was fortunate to be awarded an RAF Sixth Form Scholarship, but as I was not going for a flying branch, I did not automatically get the flying scholarship which went with it. Apparently, I could have got one, had I gone to ask the sergeant behind the desk, but as I did not have this information, know who the sergeant was, or where his desk was located, I missed out on that 30 hours of flying time.
My degree had a sandwich year, which I spent working for the RAF. whilst there, I did a favour for the pilots of Number-1 squadron and earned myself a flight in the back seat of a Harrier. This was - as you can imagine - the chance of a lifetime. There were a couple of scary moments - when the power kicked in, I received a kick like a

dozen mules in my back and I appreciated for the first time the power of the thing I was strapped to and then when my G-suit tightened and did not release. The pilot told me to lift a leaver just behind my right hip and I was pretty worried that I might find a spare ejection handle. I would be paying the RAF back for the loss of a harrier for a long time! However these little worries just added to the huge enjoyment of flying in, and actually taking control of (for a few brief moments) such a wonderful aircraft.
Then latterly, my fiancee (now wife) bought me a trial flying lesson for my birthday. It was in a PA-28 from Southend Airport. I vowed to myself that this would not be the last.
At least 10 years passed, during which time I flew numerously in the back of many passenger jets, but never in anything smaller, and never at the controls, then last Christmas, my brother-in-law bought for me another trial flying lesson. This time with Seawing Flying Club at Southend. Personal circumstances meant that, for the first time I was able to continue from the trial lesson and take up flying lessons to achieve my PPL.
This blog will follow the story of these lessons hopefully to me succeeding in getting my PPL and beyond...