So, departed Fishburn to cross the mountains to Carlise, and half way enroute happened to read the Pooleys information for Carlisle to make a startling discovery - they closed at 1830, and that was in 25 minutes…
Opened the tap some more which with a slight tailwind gave us a little over 100MPH across ground.
Made it to Carlisle with zero seconds to spare - the tower broadcast they were closing the second I called final and the guy in the tower was out and away in his car before I’d even turned off the runway. Ate at the Golden Fleece with the others and Charlie.
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