The wind is starting to blow and the leaves are beginning to turn – some of them to fall even and another anticlimatic summer bites the proverbial dust.

It’s not all bad, though. Autumn is often far better than summer as far as flying weather goes, up here in sunny Scotland and there’s nothing better than a nice flight on one of those cold but crisp, fresh autumn days, when you can fly above a landscape covered in trees bursting with colour. Wonderful blazing oranges, reds and yellows, burnished coppers and golds spread out across the fields and hills as far as you can see at this time of year.

I haven’t flown old JT for a while, now, but I’m looking forward to the next time we have a spell of stable weather and I can go out to the strip, the leaves fluttering playfully through the air on the long, winding drive down to the hangar, tucked so wonderfully away, as it is, amidst the trees and hedgrows. I’ll test the breeze and up we’ll go with not a care.

Summer’s gone, for sure, but Autumn brings its own delights.