


Now, not to create a red herring, but...<Can't remember the name of Francis Chichester's book about his first solo navigation of the world in a yacht (Gypsy Moth?)> It was "The Lonely Sea and the Sky", which was a <great> read. Yes, it was a Gypsy Moth, which he had to rebuild (and re-rig) after a crash on Howe Island!
Another proud -- and perhaps anticlimactic? -- moment must have been when Captain Joshua Slocum sailed back into Boston harbour after about three years of sailing solo around the world: when the customs cutter hailed him and called "Where from?", he wrote that his chest puffed out slightly with satisfaction when he returned the hail with "From Boston!"

There must be similar satisfaction (and -- who knows? -- some tiny trace of anticlimax?) for our Tedderfield aviators?