Fuel stop

We were busy in the kitchen baking a cottage pie when we got a phone call from Bill, a pilot for mum's  seaplane operations, who was busy teaching a flight instructor and a R A A F pilot the art of flying a float plane. 

They were out of Avgas and needed to fill the plane's "little belly" (Mum, I'm just going to put it out there that 1. aeroplanes don't have bellies and 2. if they do, they ain't little). So mum and I hopped in the van and steered our way down to Laurieton, whining about all our first world problems and our out-of-this-world problems. We had a cute bonding sesh (which involved me taking endless photos of her doing goofy stuff).