Issy and small planes have often not been a good mix, so I head down to the airstrip alone for a scenic flight over the area. Our pilot Mark takes my temperature as part of COVID-safe procedures. It comes back as 33.5. I think that probably means I’m dead, but Mark says that doesn’t matter; as long as it’s less than 37.5 he’s allowed to take me. I ask Mark if he needs to watch out for kangaroos on the runway. He says that the tall fence around it does a fairly good job of keeping them out as long as no one leaves the gate open. He tells me that one of the refuellers did just that a few weeks ago and one got in. He says that he chased it around and eventually caught
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