Glorious Summer In England

Birthday Flight

I don't usually do much on my birthday, but Standard Operating Procedure requires one to log a flight in your logbook on this day.
Two visitors arrived from Canada last week and so I invited them along for a flight in the Piper Warrior from Redhill.
We circled Hever Castle and then continued on to Headcorn so that I could swap pilots.
It would have been nice to do a touch and go and then land, but I was advised that this would mean a second 15 landing fee.
Airfields discourage pilots from practising their landings by applying heavy landing fees, and this is not a good attitude.
But on the other hand, as one flies cross country here there are plenty of farm strips created by people rebellious of airport costs, and these provide for places to carry out forced landings if an emergency arises.
We returned via Battle which is north of Hastings, and past the Herstmonceux Observatory.
My friends from Canada made a contribution to the flight cost, and I appreciated this very much.

Dakotas are about, following the recent D Day anniversary.

In 1977/1978 I learned aerobatics in this Stampe (and G ATKC which sadly came apart in the air a few years later).

I taught aerobatics in this CAP 10 in Thailand (my first flying there in 2004), though the plate has "10B", it has the carbon capped "10C" wing.

The same CAP10C (HS BCS) at Bang Phra in Thailand in 2006.

Vintage Fly-In Breighton

On Sunday Paul took me for a ride up to Breighton which is a couple of hours flying oop north.

I operated this Slingsby, first production T67M, in 1985, probably making me the first civilian operator.
I taught aerobatics in it, including outside manoeuvres, 160hp, central fuel tank, and Hoffmann constant speed propeller.

I flew this Condor many years ago. The Condor is still my favourite aeroplane

The ride both up to Breighton and back to Bourne Park was smooth, and the visibility was excellent.

Remembering the coal miners strike and the three day week.

A somewhat well known house north of Watership Down


'Was surprised to see this land, especially as the long grass runway has been closed for a long time.

I picked up my youngest sister and my niece from Heathrow and drove them to Bognor, stopping at Goodwood for lunch.

Every Tuesday evening a steam train does a dinner run through Guildford.

I have returned to my bookworm habit, reading Nevil Shute's Round The Bend and Pastoral.
Round The Bend is about a young chap who buys a Foxmoth and flies to Bahrein to start his own flying business.
I have a bit in common with Round The Bend as years ago I bought an aeroplane, then borrowed the money for a second one, albeit in a smaller way, and rather than an airline in Bahrein in the Middle East mine was a flying club in the south east of England.
Like me, Nevil Shutes' leading character in the book did not get the girl in the end, and so I wonder how it ended...
Nevil invented a few aeroplane types, which I interpreted as: the Miles Aerovan, Fairchild Packet, and Bristol Freighter. He gave these aeroplanes stupid names (in my opinion).
Pastoral is about the crew of a Wellington Bomber during World War 2; the effects of fishing, and of a woman on the captain and crew.
Not much in common with Pastoral, though I well understand the effects of romance going sour.

Now I am reading SULLY-Miracle On The Hudson and in this I do have something in common.
Though I did not ditch an Airbus in the river I did end up ditching a Seneca in the mud a few years ago.
In my case though I was in the right seat, as an observer/assistant right up until the right engine found fuel, revved into life, and upset the aeroplane in a sharp flick to the left. If I wasn't quick, snapped the levers back with my left hand, applied hard right rudder, nearly righted the aeroplane, and pulled hard back to splat into the mud, I would not be writing this now.
Difference was that no flock of birds were involved in the Seneca incident, simply no fuel in the tanks. My assumption of the other pilot's competence was awry.
There were no passengers to be grateful for their salvation, but I did have to explain myself to Transport Canada.
I can not be a passenger in an aeroplane which I am qualified to instruct in.

The Auster T7 on final for Popham, 3rd July. I went to join Jed and John for lunch.

Wednesday's trip was to Popham, and Thursday is planned to be to Redhill to pay my bill. Friday morning I am scheduled to go to Vancouver again, go and do a little flying there.
I know I should go and get a job, an income, but I am not ready to give up flying yet. It's unlikely I will update this site before mid August.

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