Happy days

I used to meet my mates Herb and John for a pub lunch every month or so. One of our haunts was the Royal Oak at Lasham - a nice little village near us with an airfield (from which quite a few people go gliding, as well as ordinary flying).

On one particular occasion we had a very nice lunch, and a couple of pints of course; when we were done, I got in my car to drive home.

Anyway, the next thing I remember is that I was driving along a very flat, very wide road, and there was an aircraft driving alongside me.

Well, of course, I'd driven onto the airfield.

Luckily I quickly found the way out, and no harm done.