This morning at 10h00, cloudless, hardly wind ( Sasol stack steam flowing vertically for a change) apply my "Need to get fuel for the weekend " story, she interupts with "Just go fly now".
After fart - arsing with fuel, pre-flight e.t.c. take off at 11h00 under the watchfull eyes of a maintenance crew supposed to be cutting the grass along the runway edge.
Air temp 13degrees, experienced anticipated thermals and air pockets only 800ft a.g.l. After bumping around for about 40 min, decided to land.
As I drop into the circuit, notice a strong crosswind and serious turbulance.
Watch as one seriously ugly mother of a giant crop sprayer does the most gracefull landing in front of me. With that weight, no indication of any suprises.
So as I turn into finals, the orange overall grass cutting crew have lined the runway similar to those fools you see on the side of the mountain pass roads during a car rally. As I do my 45 degree crabbing rock 'n roll final flare, I see half of my audience want to clap and the other half start running.
Anyway, after touching down on the centreline, the wind was so strong, it was difficult holfign straight and level during taxi.