Greek Olympics 2004

Marion Melbourn stood on the heli-pad at Elstree as I shut down G-OHCP, poured me a glass of champagne and remarked on my scruffy appearance. I had just flown in from Troyes, the last leg of a journey which had seen me leave Elstree four weeks and 105 flying hours before, bound for Stapleford Tawney and then on to Athens. I adore Marion and champagne, but at 09:25 in the morning I was desperate for a cup of strong builders’ tea. The aircraft was filthy, I hadn’t shaved for three days and was exhausted from the transit back...