Wednesday, 3 December 2008

Ray Hanna

28/08/1928 - 01/12/2005 Sorely Missed .

Thursday, 20 November 2008

Edward Egan

Found this today click on link.
if it don't work copy and paste. Thought it might be of interest to those who like Historic.

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

12/11/08 Farnborough

Off to visit Farnborough Airport today gets me out of doing other stuff!

Friday, 14 November 2008


Got one of my pictures posted on a website! The DC6 taken at Middle Wallop summer 08. Cheers guys.

Flying Lessons

Today I decided to sort out Christmas presents my sons James 18 and Andy 16 Flying lessons, why do I think I am going to regret this ! oh well you only live once. Victoria 10 is yet to be sorted but she is keen on aviation so I guess something aviation related.

Thursday, 13 November 2008


12th November 08 saw the Vulcan leave Farnborough for Brunty. Lets just hope we see her fly again in 2009 what an awesome plane.

Monday, 10 November 2008

Remembrance Day DX

Victoria and I took a trip to DX on Sunday 9th November for the remembrance day service, it was jolly cold and windy but a good day was had. A brilliant flypast by Charlie Brown in the HAC Spitfire.

Wednesday, 29 October 2008


Took a trip to DX yesterday, it was all go in Hanger 2 , the MK18 being taken apart and various other planes having a winter service. My daughter Victoria really enjoys DX and has already started on about a return visit soon.

Friday, 17 October 2008


16th October 08 my daughter and I attended the Cody Flypast at Farnborough a great display by all aircraft but one stole the show! The Vulcan what a fantastic sight and sound.

Tuesday, 14 October 2008


Well did the DX show, weather was bad but the pilots and ground crews did a cracking job. I am now so bored waiting for the next air show season. Anna :)

Saturday, 4 October 2008


Well heading off to DX tomorrow, weather not looking good but what the hell.

Wednesday, 17 September 2008


I am back! Went to DX on the 7th September a rather damp start to the day, but things did pick up "thank god" It was a great show considering the weather conditions.

Next air show with luck will be DX on the 5th October 08

Friday, 5 September 2008


Looking forward to Duxford Air Show this weekend, just hope the weather is good.

Tuesday, 2 September 2008

More Fighter Pilot Aces

American aces

Richard Bong40
Thomas McGuire+38
David McCampbell34
Gregory Boyington28
Francis Gabreski28
Robert Johnson28
Charles MacDonald27
Joseph Foss26
George Preddy+26
Robert Hanson+25
Lance Wade+25
Cecil Harris24
John Meyer24
Eugene Valencia23
Raymond Wetmore23
David Schilling23
Gerald Johnson+22
Noel Kearby+22
Jay Robbins22
Dominic Gentile22
Fred Joseph Christensen22
Keneth Walsh21
John Voll21
Donald Aldrich20
Thomas Lynch+20

Monday, 1 September 2008

Shoreham Air Show 08

Took a trip to Shoreham Air Show on Saturday the 30th August 08, for once the sun was out for an air show normally its just cloud and rain in the UK. Fantastic display as always.

Thursday, 21 August 2008


At present I am reading Portrait Of A Legend Spitfire by Leo McKinstry. My holiday reading is going to be First Light by Geoffrey Wellum the autobiography of a boy that leaves school at 17 to become a fighter pilot in the RAF during WWII.

Tuesday, 19 August 2008

Soviet aces

Ivan Kozhedub62
Alexandr Pokryshkin59
Nikolay Gulaev57
Grigoriy Rechkalov56
Kirill Yevstigneev53
Dmitriy Glinka50
Arseniy Vorozheykin46
Nikolay Skomorokhov46
Alexandr Koldunov46
Nikolay Krasnov44
Georgiy Kostylyov43
Sergey Morgunov43
Vitaliy Popkov41

Polish aces

Stanislaw Skalski22
Witold Urbanowicz18
Eugeniusz Horbaczewski+16
Boleslaw Gladych14
Jan Zumbach12
Marian Pisarek+11

Monday, 18 August 2008

British and Commonwealth aces

Marmaduke Pattle+ (South Africa)51
James Johnson38
Brendan Finucane+32
Adolphus Malan (South Africa)32
George Beurling (Canada)31
William Vale31
Clive Caldwell (Australia)29
John Braham29
Robert Tuck29
James Lacey28
Neville Duke28
Collin Gray (New Zealand)28
Eric Lock+26
Billy Drake25
Geoffrey Allard+24
Jacobus LeRoux+ (South Africa)23
Douglas Bader23
Donald Kingaby23
Robert Boy23
Michael Crossley22
Vincent Woodward (Canada)22
William Crawford-Compton (New Zealand)22
Alan Deere (New Zealand)22
Raymond Hesselyn (New Zealand)22
Evan Mackie (New Zealand)22
Teamwork is essential; it gives the enemy someone else to shoot at.

Friday, 15 August 2008


Good news, Great to see TFC have cracked the Mk XVIII problem. Fab news indeed . Anna


Well the weather has been so nasty over the last week I have not ventured out. This weekend if the weather plays kind and not dirty I plan to visit a few airports and maybe take a trip to Farnborough Air Science museum.

Sunday, 10 August 2008


Some Of My Heroes Not All Aviation Related.
Douglas Bader
Guy Gibson
Winston Churchill
Ray Hanna
Mark Hanna
Our British Service Men And Women
Bomber Harris
Manfred Von Richthofen
All My Past And Present Friends That Have And Continue To Be Loyal !

Friday, 8 August 2008

Air Display Pilots

Listed are a few of my favourite display pilots.
The late Ray Hanna
The late Mark Hanna
Alister Kay
Lee Proudfoot
The late Hoof Proudfoot
Paul Bonhomme
Nigel Lamb
Stu Goldspink
Charlie Brown
Cliff Spink
Pete Kinsey
Steve Hinton
John Romain

Thursday, 7 August 2008


I would like to wish Frank good luck with his bid to be in the German aerobatics team.
Frank is a former German Tornado pilot, he has been retired from the German air force for a good few years. Frank has a cracking sense of humour for a German very tongue in cheek. I give him lots of stick about air supremacy and as you would expect he strikes back rather quick. These days he works as a flying instructor when he is not beating the skies of Germany up in his Extra 300.
Stay safe mate.

Air Shows

Air Shows I have attended so far this year.
Middle Wallop
Old Warden

Air Shows I am hoping to attend
Duxford 15/08/08
Shoreham 30/08/08
Duxford 06/09/08


Popham 10/08/08
Compton Abbas 18/08/08

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Sites I Visit
Airports and bases that a near to my location.
White Waltham

Tuesday, 5 August 2008

The Spit Pilots

The love of their life,
Far more than the wife,
Was passionate,wild and adorin'
Her deep-throated purrin',
Sweet sound of Rolls-Merlin,
Made pilots lose int'rest in whorin'.

Her blazing guns spittin'
In the skies over Britain,
In the dark days of nineteen and forty,
Left many Hun pilots
Still pushing up violets,
Where they ended their one-way sorties.

Their gallant ranks thinning
Each day's grim beginning
To challenge the treat, ever bolder.
And so many were lost,
How to reckon the cost
In brave lads, who'll never grow older?

With blood, sweat and tears,
Thru the war's dismal years,
They gave hope,and defied subjugation.
And a world built anew,
Must forget not those few,
In the Spitfire lore of our nation.

George Thatcher (c) 2001



When this life I'm in is done,
And at the gates I stand,
My hope is that I answer all
His questions on command.

I doubt He'll ask me of my fame,
Or all the things I knew, Instead,
He'll ask of rainbows sent
On rainy days I flew.

The hours logged, the status reached,
The ratings will not matter.
He'll ask me if I saw the rays
And how He made them scatter.

Or what about the droplets clear,
I spread across your screen?
And did you see the twinkling eyes.
If student pilots keen?

The way your heart jumped in your chest,
That special solo day-
Did you take time to thank the one
Who fell along the way?

Remember how the runway lights
Looked one night long ago
When you were lost and found your way,
And how-you still dont know?

How fast, how far, how much, how high?
He'll ask me not these things
But did I take the time to watch
The Moonbeams wash my wings?

And did you see the patchwork fields
And moutains I did mould;
The mirrored lakes and velvet hills,
Of these did I behold?

The wind he flung along my wings,
On final almost stalled.
And did I know I it was His name,
That I so fearfully called?

And when the goals are reached at last,
When all the flyings done,
I'll answer Him with no regret-
Indeed, I had some fun.

So when these things are asked of me,
And I can reach no higher,
My prayer this day - His hand extends
To welcome home a Flyer.

— Patrick J. Phillips



I sweep the skies with fire and steel
My highway is the cloud
I swoop, I soar, aloft I wheel
My engine laughing loud
I fight with gleaming blades the wind
That dares dispute my path
I leave the howling storm behind
I ride upon it's wrath.

I laugh to see your tiny world
Your toys of ships, your cars
I rove an endless road unfurled
Where the mile stones are the stars
And far below, men wait and peer
For what my coming brings
I fill their quaking hearts with fear
For in my wings.

— Gordon Boshell, written after watching Battle of Britain dogfights from the streets of London.


Flight is freedom in its purest form,
To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;

To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,
To feel the joy that swells within;

To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,
And know the warmth of a clear spring sky;

Then back to earth at the end of a day,
Released from the tensions which melted away.

Should my end come while I am in flight,
Whether brightest day or darkest night;

Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that I'd do it again;

For each of us is created to die,
And within me I know,
I was born to fly.

— Gary Claud Stokor

Because I Fly

Because I fly
I laugh more than other men
I look up an see more than they,
I know how the clouds feel,
What it's like to have the blue in my lap,
to look down on birds,
to feel freedom in a thing called the stick...

who but I can slice between God's billowed legs,
and feel then laugh and crash with His step
Who else has seen the unclimbed peaks?
The rainbow's secret?
The real reason birds sing?
Because I Fly,
I envy no man on earth.


(A Poem Written During WWI)

"How do you write Poetry?
And why is it so important...?"
asked the General.
I said:
Poetry is a story Sir,
Poetry is a design
And a plan...sir!

The General then said,
"Pilot or poet, explain
Why you had all those
Writings in your cockpit,
A poem written all over
The walls, that long,
Long poem, you wrote during
Flight, last night, under
Fire and alone!"

A plane, a one-seater-
That's all it was sir,
Flying perfectly straight
Perfectly level, sedate,
Over the German trenches
Into no-mans land, I went
(in a daze writing poetry)
With an open throttle-!
That's poetry sir, in combat!...
The engine is my mind, words
Are the fuel ignites the engine
We're both the same, Sir:
The poet and the pilot's head
Both in that same pen, the one I
Used to write all over the walls,
And ceiling, like unfired bullets,
but words, like the Machine gun,
attached onto my plane, standing
Back and down, behind, I went
Over enemy lines "Come on!
Come on!" the ground
Enemy said, called, yelled...!
Down fast I came, my
Words also, were rolling,
Turning, in my head, through
My pen, onto the walls,
As they dared... all
Over my cockpit, while
Flying down, down, in
Empty air...No breaks in there,
I told myself, sir... (no need
For brakes, in poetry)

Now on the ground taxi-ing
No goggles on, inside
The cockpit, something
Snapped...! My head jerked
Like a fired pistol: now
On the ground everything's
A muzzle; I give the salute
The scramble starts, to
The plane, me, the pilot
Spitting hard, spitting out
Words, onto the interior
Cockpit frame; trying to
Write the last stanza, word
Trying to accomplish
Something; someone
Says, "What's wrong with
You?" "Nothing," I say-
Then he notices all the writings
On the cockpit walls, like on
A dirty tablecloth: I wrote this
Poem, in the middle of a battle,
I said, someone owes something
It's all blood-strained red;
"Let It be!" I said, Sir, but the
Officer kept on reading, the
Walls, ceiling of the cockpit,
And said, "This reads like
A new 21st Century, Iliad."
And I said, "That's how you
Write poetry,...Sir!"

7-10-2008 (No: 2412)


Like the Spitfire it was immensely strong: a pilot had no need to fear the danger of pulling the wings off, no matter how desperate the situation became.
Douglas Bader

High Flight

High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings,
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.