I didn't get flying this weekend. It was bright, sunny and cold on Saturday. I could have gotten flying mid-day, but I knew that the taxiway to the hangar would fill up with cars parked for Andrew Phillips' memorial service. There would be no way to get back to the hangar before the end of the afternoon, and Terry and I had another commitment which meant I needed to be on my way home by 1530. Oh well, there is always next week.