Antony was feeling a bit overwhelmed by now, so we sat him in the restaurant with a Pepsi Max while Wilson and I climbed into another aircraft which he kindly consented to allow me to co-pilot for him.
I clearly had no idea what I was doing, so he patiently explained what he thought some of the dials and switches were for.
Following this briefing he sat back in the pilot's seat and started making loud engine noises, interspersed with shouts of 'Ants at twelve o'clock, New Dad!', 'Watch our six, New Dad — bandits!' etc.
It was very exciting, but we had to 'land' quite soon as Wilson was out of breath from making all the engine noises.
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