Or it feels like it, although checking back it is almost exactly four months since I first got the Crocodile Baby in the air, and bet I’ve not flown more than a handful of packs in that time.
But this afternoon I stopped off at Willington with the Nazgul and it was probably the first time I felt like I was practicing, as opposed to “trying not to crash”. 
Of course, I did crash a few times, but today has only cost me a couple of bent props. And, even more impressively, the session ended with a controlled landing (skip to the end for proof).
I could now do with a few more batteries (I only have the one 4S for it), a lot more props, and the summer back again, please. 
It feels good when you start to feel you’re in control of the quad rather than the other way around eh 
Now it’s just about flying the packs like you say 
