Evening. 5pm here. Slasher Met station reporting clear sky, 31C with buggerall wind, buggerall rain and rising barometer.
Me little bloke did 3 circuits in the Super Cub smorning. Got a bit overconfident on his 2nd landing and bounced it so I took over and went around. Handed it back at 100ft AGL This time he snatched it perfectly on the third. Then we went out behind the hills where I tried teaching him some 60* steeples but he'll need more practice. Coming back he had a crack at talking to ATC to the utter silence then amusement of all on frequency. When asked for his current position in the circuit he got a bit flustered and said "I'm up here and I want to land on that runway over there ok?"
I did the landing and demonstrated a 3-pointer while he sat and followed through on the stick. He took over after and taxied in but forgot to do the mag check before pulling the mixture off. He looked like a humbled little puppy after we deplaned, much like I did when I screwed up while learning to fly in the DH82 untold yonks ago. Teaching me boy takes me back and kicks in memories I never thought I had.
Aftervthst it was off to the drone shop but the damn place was closed today. So we went home to figure out what's wrong with the bloody camera. We followed all the instructions to a tee but it still doesn't work. Trying again tomorrow going to the shop.
About to take Ap to the airport for her BKK HQ and slate pickup mission. Slate logistics all worked out.