I drive home on different routes, but sometimes I drive past Old Warden airfield, home of the Shuttleworth Collection. Before I reached the gate I could see and hear an interesting engine which turned out to be that of a Hurricane – one of the three of the Collection.
The Hurricane had been flying with this delightful machine, a DH89a Rapide. This venerable old lady has been around a good while and it’s amazing to me to consider calling it an airliner, so small and delicate is the machine, so limited its capacity for passengers.
When bluebells bloom in our woods (we have 5 or so ancient woodlands near us) it brings more visitors to see the sights. Unfortunately, some of the visitors let their dogs loose to trample the flowers, while others walk through the patches to get a better photo, each of which activities can ruin a patch of bluebells for later visitors; but I managed to get to Waresley Wood before too many new paths had been trodden.
Two small people whom I know quite well also enjoyed a walk in the woods.
And I happened upon a practice flying day at Old Warden airfield, near Biggleswade. It’s the home of the Shuttleworth Collection.
I did some flying, but I watched someone punting – very briefly. Punting can be a spectator activity (I have fallen into the water before now), but not this time.
First the flying. I had not flown for 3 weeks, so I managed to wangle a trip solo for me to practise my skills before resuming instruction on a student pilot.
I had a brief coffee break from work which I took in the local town. There was a copy of the day’s Times there with just the sort of news from which we all need a rest, at times; I didn’t smooth the page – we all know what it says without needing all the letters of the sentence:
We had a visit on our H-pad during the week. I caught a reasonable shot of the crewman watching for something – before the aircraft departed.
At the weekend I wandered again into Cambridge for an hour or so, hoping to get some reasonable shots. On the way I stopped at the church in the village of Hatley:
We’ve had a misty or foggy week, pretty similar to the previous week, but now it’s getting serious: flying is out of the question when the visibility is this bad. And this old bird has been grounded since the 1950s, as I understand it. I flew Hunters, single and two-seat, as part of my training, and I’d love to see this one fly again – preferably with me at the controls . . .
I had another visit to London a couple of days ago, this time on the occasion of a reunion – to see old friends and colleagues after many, many years. Again, London provided plenty of opportunity for different photos:
And here is the scene at the venue for the reunion: a former bank is now a pub with a large ground floor – plenty of space for a group of friends and colleagues to reminisce. We’ve known each other for many years; the beer was good, the stories better than ever.