|The cloud followed the Thames|
Fully expecting to lift into pea-soup viz, and having briefed Lucas the tuggy to keep us up sun and close to the airfield, we then emerged into gin clear air with fingers of mist lying in the valleys.
|Good viz to the North|
On to four grand where the view was stunning, but just keeping an eye on the mist to the south-east of the field.
|Didcot smoking in the mist|
Just as well as Handy Cross disappeared, then John Lewis and Marlow Bottom - you could see the mist marching across the fields.