Back in the dim and distant past, when I was lucky enough to live next door to the Griggs clan, I decided to learn to fly. Throughout the process, Simon was supportive and encouraging, as you would expect. During my training, I encountered a rather irritating problem which slowed my progress and almost stopped me in my tracks. I could get into the air and fly fromA to to C and back, I could line up on the runway centreline, and I could get the aircraft within a couple of feet of the ground, at which point I would invariably waft along in ground effect until either going round or thumping down ignominiously within sight of the runway end. Eventually I turned to Simon in desperation and that was how we ended up sitting side-by-sideon a couple of bar stools with a couple of beers whilehe got me to run through the entire landing process.After thwo or three goes, Simon snapped his fingers,“got it!” he said. And he had. It was really simple. I was forgetting to lift my head and look at the end of the runway after crossing the runway threshold. Thattiny movement was just enough to ease back on the control column enough to drop the aircraft neatly onto the Compton Abbas grass. Of course it was something my instructor couldn’t have spotted, but Simon did, in his usual, patient, thoughtful way. Thanks mate, safe journey.