First time across the channel then.

Seems so long ago now. I flew Xray-Kilo (C172) out, with Jim on the right and Jo in the back, instructors both, help!

A beautiful day, but the channel crossing was very murky. It was a distinct relief when the French coast appeared. This was probably the usual five minutes after leaving Dover, but at the time it seemed like three days.

Rent bikes and cycle into town, omelette and chips at the beach cafe. It seems natural now, but it was an all new experience then. We circus veterans (of three trips!) take this in our stride these days.

Jim flies back, with his usual casual navigation. I get to do the radio, which is a challenge as Jim rejects the frequency change Le Touquet give him and Manston get fed up of being asked about a danger zone that is not their responsibility.

Still we arrive back, ready to do it again!