I have just got home from an afternoon working on the plane. Well mostly. There is a famous book called ‘Zen and the art of Motorcycle Mechanics’ which is about anything but that. If I get the story right, getting there can be the reason for the journey rather than the destination being the reason.

Anyway Richard and I spent a few hours working on the plane, and many more hours catching up. We basically finally finished the fuel tanks – we hope. For once Richard got more goop on him than I did. Well, correction. I normally get more on my gloves than he did. So things were normal.

Today was not my greatest personal achievement though. I managed to get lost a few times. Firstly I got lost from richards house to McDonalds at Castle Hills. No, I dont eat there, but I had a job to do there. Then I got lost driving from there to Castle Towers. And then got lost driving from there back to Richards house. The proof is in the plot below. Most of the big loops should not be there. Dont ask me how I got lost… I dont know.

Anyway I will write more later… Off to watch CSI…