Saturday 13 September 2008: Best of British
I think today might have been what you call a 'wash out'.
Practically nothing flew until about 3pm (sorry, 1500 hours) and even then it was cancelled, truncated or aborted at the last minute.
I felt a little sorry for the thousands of folks who paid a lot of money to experience this damp squib of a day, but they seemed happy enough. They pitched up their tents along the flight line and got stuck into the chips and cheese.
My feet are still wet and my calves aching. Night y'all.