I had a wonderful day at CFB Borden (near Barrie, ON) which was the first flying station of the Royal Flying Corps Canada, in 1917. Lately it's become a tri-service training base with no RCAF flying requirement, and the old runways have been lifted. Grass has been sewn, and the whole area is now one perfect, unmarked, wide-open flying field. It's a time-warp -- it looks now like it did in 1918, and some of those hangars are still there.
Yellow Wings, an initiative of VWoC, deployed there for a week with a Harvard and Finch, to take Air Cadets flying. I joined them for a day in the Lysander.
First was getting the machine ready to fly -- and it seems to me after a summer of operating it that the thing was designed to be supported by a crew of at least 4 RAF crewman. I rapidly figured out that I'm only one! So, I kept having to draft my various friends. Here we are getting ready at the hangar at Edenvale. My Ford F-150 was pressed into use as a tow-vehicle -- worked ok with a low hitch, but I didn't dare push with it.

Pulling through the prop while still in the shade.

We dream or wide open fields like that, nothing to avoid, nothing to run into, no worries about crosswinds. But in actual fact, it was wierd. Without any cones, or chalk lines, or markings of any kinds, there is no peripheral reference as you flare. It was odd. I tended to thump down, not where I intended. It took some getting used to.