Poul & I flew in to Bar Harbor this afternoon. He taxied his small excellent plane to the parking area for private aircraft. We both got out and took a look around. There was a beautiful misty salty air and a slight breeze coming in from the sea.
But before he’d had a chance to tie it down, the plane started rolling backwards. Poul peered over at me on the other side and said, “Stop it with your leg until I get a chance to tie down the wings.”
So I did. I stuck out my leg and stopped it from rolling backwards.