Forsaking the air and resorting to ground based travel was not an easy experience. But the circus let the train take the strain for the outing to the Fly Show at Earls Court. The train certainly strained Steve who couldn't cope without the smell of burning hydrocarbons. Having successfully navigated the London Underground, we had to find the Earls Court toilets, without the aid of a GPS.

Microlights and a delivery mileage 172 (that's a delivery via Canada, Iceland and Scotland!) are first up. We do embarrassingly poorly on the check the aircraft out challenge and then on to helicopters. Steve diverts Sam to the forces stands. These guys try hard, not only are they after Sam, but try snaring Steve as well.

We drool over the Cirrus and the Diamond Twin Star, several times. I manage to buy a life jacket at £70, only for the others to find a similar jacket for £50. Wingco seems unconvinced that mine is going to chafe less whilst I die of hyperthermia. We manage not to buy a personal radar; all enter the Flight competition; bump into Carol; buy GPSes; Paul fixes Jane's GPS; Wingco discusses tee-shirt orders with a guy who flies from Andrewsfield; and then it is time for home.

Steve looks glum. 50 miles of train travel separating him from his internal combustion engines.