Paging the aviation buffs

There's only 20 per cent of him left?

 

Um, 4 - 5 yrs old, 9 - 12 yrs old, I'm now 41. We use to get a free
Red Arrows display most weekends...
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I was there from 70 to 74 lived at Glebe Square and Snipe Road, went
to the school on camp then Bourton On The Water School.
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Heh, I went to the junior school on the camp, Mr Green was our
teacher. I must have my years slightly wrong, cos I remember
decimalisation coming in... Do you recall a mobile grocers/sweet van
that used to call round all the quarters twice a week?
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1 Red, undergoing lightweight surgery. -----
1 Blue, for Power-Ranger baiting. | o |
Numbers ... | o |
Stuff ... | ooo |
Life ... -----

 

When I was a kid we'd holiday with my nan. A few hundred yards off was a
smoke stack from a disused peat processing plant. The RAF used it for a
marker and we'd regularly see 6-packs of Vulcans doing their stuff.
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The Red Bull one? That was up at Donington on Sunday as well.

Standing around it doing mind-melds, moaning about how illogical it
all was?

 

I had a couple of unofficial fly-pasts worthy of note, when I was
working in North Devon.

Whilst stopped in a lay-by looking at the map, trying to find a route
from one one-sheep hamlet to the next, I noticed that the ground in
the valley beside me was moving backwards ... rather swiftly. I
hopped out and craned over the fence, to see the second Vulcan fly
along the valley - 100 feet /below/ me. In the grey/green pattern, it
really looked as if the ground was moving - which of course it did
when the sound from the first one hit me.

On another occasion I was scoffing my lunchtime butties on some
desolate god-forsaken moor-top during the summer of 1985, when the air
started pressing in on me. I was under some power lines, so got out
of the car to see if there was some strange breezy thing making the
cables hum. Looking around and around, suddenly the sky darkened as a
Hercules popped over a hillock and into view, blotting out the sun;
low enough to make out the joins in the panels.

The noise was palpable, but there wasn't just one Herc - there was a
line of them. No, then there wasn't just one line, there were two.
Coming in from two directions 120 degrees apart, two lines of six
Hercs apiece trogged into view, flying as low as a particularly low
thing.

They all lined above on the pylon on top of the hill which was about
100 feet from me, made a turn to the South and slotted into one long
line astern, then disappeared into the haze. It quite gave me a turn,
that did.


Having had a long history of coming across odd things, I resolved that
afternoon to buy a decent camera and to carry it with me wherever I
went, so I would have - well, proof of them, I suppose. So I acquired
a battered old Praktica with a zoom lens the next day and it travelled
the country with me, wedged under the driver's seat of various cars
for the next five years. It has long since seized up through lack of
use, I suppose - because whenever I've had a camera with me nothing
ridiculous has occurred.

Of course, since I haven't owned a working camera ...

 

I had two Tornadoes do a very low fly by, when I was in the middle of
participating in the making of a video for the charity my mum works for.
I was standing outside the big Ericsson building in Burgess hill at the
time.

Not long after that episode, I was standing in the back garden and heard
the unmistakable sound of a Chinook (spelling?). I could hear the thing,
but I couldn't see it, until it popped over the line of trees at the end
of the garden, did a turn and followed the lane in the direction of the
main road. This thing was so low, I could see the pilot clearly... the
sound though. ))