A day out with David 'Biggles' Jones

It was decided at the The Dog on Sunday evening that we should fly down to the Isle of White for lunch on Monday. So after a quick coffee and a pastry at the deli in Dulwich Village we headed for Biggin Hill, via a gridlocked Crystal Palace. David sorted out the pre-flight checks and off we went - 45 minutes later and we were landing at Sandown airport (it's little more than a field), but Mr Jones managed to get us down safely.

A 10 minute taxi ride and we were on the seafront and heading for lunch. You'd think for a seaside town there might be some restaurants serving local fish, but think again. I imagine the only thing local about the seafood that David ate were the germs that infested it; luckily we made it back before he threw up. I had a decent enough meal and the pint of lager went down very well.

Although David was feeling pretty sick by the time we landed the sight of a Cirrus SR22 Turbo GTS had him drooling. It's a nice looking plane with a parachute in case the pilot gets disorientated and needs to cut the engine - pretty trick stuff. They're a bargain at £500k, but there's one going on eBay which he has his eye on!