When the scruffy looking bloke in mud-stained clothes with straggly hair handed over the box of remains with a display of (to me) ham-acted reverence, it left a sour taste in my mouth. The whole thing smacks of amateurish recklessness.
Edit: Having read the whole of this thread and associated articles now, I realise that my post doesn’t actually add anything to the debate. However, I felt I had to have my say.
Erm… Do I actually have to be sitting in it to engage the autopilot?
Spitfire Looky-Like Wheels-up Landing
Spitfire replica makes an emergency landing at Sibson last Saturday.
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And here’s a link to the video; https://uk.screen.yahoo.com/dramatic-moment-spitfire-lands-without-070700675.html
To the chap on the video enquiring why there was a ladder out there, I’d venture to suggest because it was attached to a fire engine full of burly blokes with axes and all sorts of other useful extrication devices…
Link’s back up. Now 996
Tried to vote but the link appears to be broken. Can’t get to it via Google either.
The Royal Stag in Datchet, Berkshire springs to mind. I know that Francis Gary Powers of the 1960 U2 incident fame visited on many occasions. I’m sure that it’s been mentioned in WW2 and BoB memoirs as being frequented by airman from the relatively nearby RAF Uxbridge. I have a vague recollection hearing that Bader visited at least once. I also seem to recall that it was called ‘The High Flyer’ or something similar at some point in its history. Possibly a reference to an aviation connection?
Because I am still basking in the afterglow of Christmas cheer and cracker jokes; and nobody else has asked; the childish little boy inside just has to ask.
Will it be at Legends..?
During the 1990’s I was a service manager for a Volvo dealership in Slough, Berkshire. I vividly remember a very personable old chap known as Captain Bulloch who was a regular customer, and I had the distinct impression from our casual conversation that he was a pilot. Looking at the picture in the obituary I’m fairly certain he was indeed Squadron Leader Terry Bulloch. I had no idea I was in the presence of such a hero and I now bitterly regret not having the opportunity of ‘shooting the breeze’ with him.
Rest in peace Captain Bulloch and sincere condolences to family and friends.
Completely ‘off-topic’ but interestingly related – I’ve encountered the opposite problem with the identity of body parts. I used to be an ambulance-man and vividly remember attending the scene of a ‘one-under’ (train versus pedestrian). We found three legs. Turns out the very same train had hit a man on the tracks elsewhere on the same line the previous day and the missing leg was ‘hung-up’. It became dislodged in the second incident. This led to a fruitless and grisly search trying to find enough bits to make two people.