Oh my word. There were criketers, there were footballers, there were dog walkers and there were young lovers et al around the park. They were taking no notice of me – they’re used to seeing me in the middle field with a plane. And then Matt (my good chum Matt Beckwith, my leader in all things radio controlled) took off – I’m not good enough yet to be trusted with such an unknown quantity.
Well, park life stopped before the plane even left the ground! What a noise – it sounded great. Then it whizzed round like a demented rocket.
We won’t fly that in the park again.