Since an early age, I’ve always had an obsession with flight. Even now, I marvel at how we can make a 300 tonne aluminium tube, full of people and their luggage, lift off the ground and stay in the air for hours at a time. Continue reading
Everyone has their 15 minutes of high drama and this was mine. On the hottest day on record for a long time, following my first (well second I suppose) transatlantic flight on a British Airways 747, and after circling Heathrow for 45 minutes because the tarmac had softened too much in the heat, I safely landed only to have an engine explode on the shuttle back to East Midlands.
It’s been a strange month, where for some reason random memories have been
re-surfacing, spurred on by some equally random triggers.
Today was no exception – after a work visit to the Army Air Corps centre at Middle Wallop, I called in at the Museum of Army Aviation for lunch… Continue reading
45 miles to empty tank... 