Returning to Kemble, we agreed that I’d have a morning lesson with Bob and then sit the Skills Test that same afternoon. The pressure was on.
I read up as much as I could about the Skills Test and what others had experienced during theirs. It seems that nobody is perfect, but the critical issue is whether you will be safe enough to be let out on your own. The question asked might be, would the instructor happily let their daughter/wife/mother fly as your passenger.
The morning lesson went quite well and I was reasonably (but certainly not overly) confident that I could make a good attempt at the test. Worst was probably my glide approach which was far to wide and high. I was also concerned that my PFLs wouldn’t be up to snuff.
The examiner was very pleasant chap who did his best to put me at ease. He explained that he wanted to be back in time for me to buy him a drink in the pub afterwards. I tried my best to remember all the checks, briefings and run through them, finding that he wasn’t trying to catch me out. The first half of the test involved navigation. I had read somewhere that you mustn’t point out anything you are unsure of – the examiner must take your first answer only – so although we were flying north towards Gaydon and I could clearly see the warehouses when several miles ahead, I didn’t announce that I had it in sight until we were much closer. This did exasperate the examiner somewhat, but he accepted my explanation. We then did a diversion which I calculated and flew on track, not being uncertain of my position at any time.
My timings and direction on the navigation part were spot, even if I didn’t call out positive identificaiton of the destination as early as he would have liked.
The next step involved General Handling, so we climbed up, conducted a full HAZELL check, and performed stalls and recoveries. This then led on to a PFL which was directly above an disused airfield. Returning to Kemble, we did several circuits including that glide approach I was somewhat unsure of, but they must have been good enough.
Taxiing back to parking, he explained that I’d passed and welcomed me to the club of private pilots. We filled out the forms and I was pleased to be able to buy him (and my instructors) a drink to celebrate.
Skills Test: 2:05
PIC Time: 12:30
Total Time: 55:30


