Another bit on the side

Flying is my mistress. Nowadays the dalliances are more infrequent but all the more welcome for that.
A long time ago, before I took up hang gliding, I remember a reading in a wonderful book (which I still have) some chap's attempt at describing it: "The nearest thing I can think of is sex... but this lasts longer."
That was good enough reason to try it I thought.
Flying days seem like buses to me - nothing for ages then two come along together. I had two similar days almost exactly a year ago. Unfortunately this evening's flying was curtailed by the discovery of a cracked exhaust manifold on the tug.