Finally….some good weather!

Calmer weather brought aircraft and owners out of the woodwork on the weekend. There were microlights and tail draggers and a Glasair. Its great to see both young and older people from all walks of life enjoying the sport side by side. There’s a real sense of camaraderie in the aviation community that is there just because we all share a passion for flying. It such a cool thing to do!

Friday afternoon was lovely for stoogin’ – very smooth. I managed to do another solo circuit – woohoo. I  hit a plateau that felt like a brick wall on Saturday though and couldn’t get my head ’round flying. After a teary meltdown, I came good on Sunday in time to enjoy a lovely hour of circuits. I just felt so comfortable; my head had caught up with what I was doing lol.

Apparently its quite normal to have plateaus after a learning climb; this is how we learn on our piloting journey and especially so at this stage of training. So its all good, I’m normal it seems and I can be taught how to fly! :) I’m looking forward to flying again next weekend :) Kirstenx

Red Baron Adventures at Jaspers

Red Baron Adventures from Bankstown presented an Emergency Manoeuvres Training day at the club last weekend. It included a sobering briefing by Matt debunking a lot of the myths out there about stalls and spins and unusual attitudes. This was followed by a BBQ lunch and flying in the afternoon. We learnt heaps, it was a great turnout and a fantastic, fun day. Find out more: and the upset recovery training:



Broken Hill and Back


A group of us from SCRFC flew to Broken Hill on the weekend for the 85th anniversary of the Royal Flying Doctors Service. Check out some great pics and story on the flying club facebook page here:

It was an epic! We flew in style in a C 172. Our first day flying was from Moruya over Canberra and Coottamundra with a break at Griffith and then continue over Ivanhoe to Broken Hill. We flew back via a fuel stop in Hay, a break at Temora and then back to Moruya. The country out there looked like a lunar surface and the most amazing sight was the Wall of China a 40km wall of sand in the middle of the desert! What a fantastic thing to do- let’s start planning the next one……..

Here are some more pics.




My Solo Sunday

Hello dear reader, I have wonderful news!

On Sunday I flew my first solo;  I was a pilot for the first time.

Three things and quite a few lessons launched me out of short final gloom and into the joy of the solo circuit.

  • Booster cushions – it’s so much easier to fly now that I can see the nose of the aeroplane; I have a reference point.
  • Flying lesson with the instruments covered up – this was such a revelation! I actually fly better if I trust my senses first and then check the instruments second.
  • A decent run of magnificent flying weather – yay!

Solo Sunday started early in a very foggy paddock with the girls trying to jump start an aeroplane. Then it was Tweety’s turn to pre- flight and away we went.

I was so pumped to fly that morning. We’d had a wonderful weekend of flying and on that day  we were doing more circuit emergencies. After several glide approach circuits, my instructor suggested we make the next circuit a full stop, and after an uneventful landing we taxied to the cross-strip where she asked me if I would like to go ‘round by myself.

My heart skipped a beat and I answered nervously ‘Yes, I think I can do that’. I felt ready and I knew she wouldn’t send me solo if she wasn’t confident to do so. She sealed the deal by saying that it had been all me when we’d been flying our lessons on the weekend. So, I figured I just needed to keep doing exactly what I’d been doing.

Alex passed on final precious words of instruction and encouragement reminding me of the difference one less person in the aircraft would make and that I could go around if necessary and that she would be waiting at the windsock with the radio. A final check, a smile and a wave and she stepped out.

And just like that, there we were – me and a little yellow aeroplane called Tweety in the middle of a runway in a paddock at Jasper’s Brush on a clear Sunday morning about to launch into the sky and soar like a bird with just me at the controls.

Who would’ve thought it……?

Tweety and I taxied to the end of runway 24 and turned our faces into the wind. I said a quiet prayer and cast my gaze over the instruments and switches. All was in order. A deep breath; a rolling call for circuits; full throttle; right rudder and we were off……. Wooooohoooo, I love that take-off feeling!

Tweety rolled out happily and rather quickly – we were at 60 knots before I knew it! I turned to comment to Alex about this, and then remembered that she wasn’t there. The space next to me seemed huge and strange in its emptiness and I thought best not to dwell on it!

We hit 1000ft before the downwind turn, we were hootin’! As the parallel runway came into view, it was all so familiar. Downwind checks, radio call, turn onto base, establish on final, approach looking good, over the fence and a surprising little bounce on landing.  I think I flew on autopilot; not quite believing I was doing it. I taxied off the runway to smiles and congratulations.

My first solo circuit was over so quickly!

One and half years since my first flight, after pushing past many obstacles, knowing absolutely nothing about aviation or aerodynamics, I’ve  finally achieved my goal to fly solo. It has been a major accomplishment for me challenging me at every level, taking me to extreme highs and lows. Learning to fly has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

None of this is achieved alone. Without my instructors this dream would not have been realised. They are a thoroughly passionate team dedicated to helping people achieve their aviation dreams and goals. They have encouraged, inspired, motivated and persisted in believing in me – to Alex, Liz and Andy, thank you so very much.

And to my dearest, gorgeous Gregory John – what can I say? Without you, I would never have embarked on this dream. Thank you for taking me on this crazy adventure with you. There go we; by the grace of God. And the adventure has only just begun. :)

Kirsten xx

And Then, We Became An Island…..

A cold, wet day was followed by a colder, wetter night with king tides swelling the river to bursting point and wild winds lashing up the rain.

A new day dawned and just like that, we had become an island.

Aerial view taken by Max Cochrane

What we needed now was a boat, a crew…….and a ferryman :)




  An amazing experience! The cleanup is yet to come but I suspect we got off lightly all things considered .


Anyone for Fishing?

What would cause an intrepid, colourful crew of people to scurry around pushing and pulling aircraft to higher the rain on a cold, cold winter’s afternoon?

The weather on this map would,  because………

………it turned the airstrip into this:     

This slowwwww moving low pressure system turned the airstrip into a lake. Looks like flying movies are the go this weekend.