In the middle of July, I'm used to cold, wet days, not daylight til 8.30pm and 30 degrees.
So the other day when I stepped outside at half past four into an almost dark sky, chilly winds and spattering raindrops, I did for a moment feel like I was back home. We had quite a strong thunderstorm, which was nice, and of course after it passed, the humidity was gone. With the rain pouring down and me wanting a jumper, yes, its July.

Back flying tomorrow: we're off to Louisville for the day. I get to build up some more command time, which is always nice, and as a bonus we fly over corn fields. When calculating times the other day in my logbook, the last flight I made in June took my grand total flying hours to exactly 100. Not 99.9, not 100.1, spot on. That was fun.

Here's to the next hundred!

For some reason, we never seem to have a weekend at home. This weekend just gone was a trip to Sarah's great-aunt's, in Kentucky again.
I think we ate more food this weekend than in the last fortnight. Trips to an all-you-can-eat buffet, barbeques at home, blackberry desserts, not to mention having enough food to last us a month plied on us to take home.
Thank you!
 
Aunt Margarett is a lovely lady, though I was taken aback being asked if I knew what blackberries are, had I seen a clothesline before, and if, in Australia, we had 'blacks'. Still, I can't thank her enough for the hospitality, food, and for being so nice.
 
On another subject, there are some videos of penguins up at the end of the Zoo photos. They might take a bit of time to load if you are at home, but if you have a fast connection it should be OK.