between two given points it would be found that first it veered slightly to the left of this line, then gradually worked back to the true direction, afterwards heading off to the right and again returning. Thus the true course is in the form of a continuous series of left and right-hand semicircles.
These eccentric semicircles we were making with the engine running like clockwork. There were few clouds and, therefore, the chance of a nasty 'nose-dive' was not to be apprehended. Once a machine gets into clouds it behaves like a ship in a stormy sea, and clouds can easily be met with after a height of three thousand feet.
After passing over the hill I dropped again to 2,000 feet, that being the best height to fly on a cross-country journey. There now opened out to our view a quantity of lights, among which were the red glare of a furnace, and a long row of small lights which evidently marked the main street of some little town in defiance of the 'order.'
I planed down till I could clearly see the obscured lights of a railway station, and by my map, over which my little four-volt lamp was shining, I decided it to be Uckfield. I therefore realized that I was bearing too far south and, further, just at that moment I had a 'bump'—as we call it—or rather I ran into a patch of rarefied air which caused the machine to plunge heavily and tilt.
Righting her, I rose again rapidly to 3,000 feet to get out of the danger-zone and, turning east, discerned in the darkness below me yet another cluster of lights which I approached rapidly, having decided that it must be Buxted.
