I have been doing some helicopter tests down in Henstridge in Somerset in the South West of England. What a wonderful airfield that is, more like a truck stop than a place for helicopters, and back in another era in time with its small villages and beautiful countryside for flying. However, my favourite thing about the airport was the greeting I got.
I walked into the club house to be met by a kindly looking middle-aged man
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Thanks, I am coming to fly the 300 - helicopter."
"Oh! You having a lesson?"
"No, I am doing a test. I m the examiner."
He looked me up and down and said, "are you sure?"
I wonder if he still thinks I was pulling his leg.