Post 7: Fogged in

Fogged in. A High is moving in across France but Gaillac is in a valley. Charly ( who's grandfather DID own a chocolate factory and so might Charly such is his disposition) and Alastair can't take off in the bumble-bee as it is strictly limited to flying VFR(visually) and since you get guillotined in France for walking on la pelouse they (and we) are stuck. To be fair we wandered up to the airfield mid-morning and couldn't see the end of the runway.Soupe.But of course by the time we'd had our,erm, 2nd glass of rose at lunch the sky was crystal clear. Hoping to get to Bastia in Corsica tomorrow. I shall wear my moon (survival) suit. Sam has pushed the plan B button. We shall enter Libya via Benghazi and not Tobruk. But there's a couple of 500nm legs over Gaddafi's back yard to the Sudanese border. So 5 litres of water each ( which for those kindly following this on the Flyermag website) will know nearly stuffs our Weight and Balance numbers. One litre=Ikg, 10 litres.......Stayed tuned