Although Cameron still comes out with the mantra : That a big vote for the UK Independence Party could lead to a
Labour victory at next year’s general election.
The perks of FPTP.
These are the mystery wings I was talking about. This area is to the North-East of the main runways at Kinloss, in a wooded section with tracks running through it.

The wings were at 57.659833, -3.529576, next to a fire trainer. It looks like they used this area as a small car park and everything, including the fire trainer, was removed as of 2014.
Hello Scotavia. Did you ever get a glimpse of the wings in the woods when you were up there? Could they be Shackleton remains?
I’m bumping this thread as I’ve had a look at Kinloss on Google Earth today; the perks of being off work thanks to some suspect conference grub.
The area at 57.651090, -3.535315 has been cited as a dump before, with photos of wrecked Shackletons posted on here apparently from this site. It looks like the soil is fairly contaminated with something here as nothing is growing. The coniferous forest looks fairly mature in the surrounding areas, so they might have tried seeding this area at the same time and found that nothing was coming up.
On a related matter, can anybody with good eyes identify the wings at 57.659833, -3.529576, dumped in the woods?
Who is Matthew Wilkes? Has anybody ever come across him before?
Nice to see the Shack is holding up.
Many thanks for posting these. I grew up in Perthshire and often enjoyed stumbling across airfields in the ‘interior’ whilst going on car journeys as a kid. Errol is a funny site. The areas of land between the runways are actually registered as agricultural land parcels, so the presence of the Gannet is incongruous to say the least; sitting marooned in the crops.
The Vamp lives in a shed:

Buccaneer XN981 lives in another shed:

Any ideas as to why these airframes reside on site? I cannot think of another airfield in the locality with historic airframes languishing in this condition. The parallel with Long Marston seems appropriate. Errol sits on the Northern bank of the river Tay. As such I couldn’t think of a worse place to store aircraft in the area between the high winds, heavy rainfall and salty air. I doubt these aircraft have much going for them!
That’s an interesting thought. I have seen the photos, but am unable to post them, but there seems little access for glider sections and there are numerous vertical steel/iron supports which produce relatively small bays. So, I suspect that some misinformation has crept into the description.
So there is no aircraft components, hardware or tooling left down there? No ‘keep calm and carry on’ posters? A basement seems like a tricky place to try and remove glider parts from, so perhaps the estate agent is trying to give a rumour some ‘legs’ in a bid to give their property portfolio a bit of an edge?
I was merely implying that those that dwell in the Daily Mail and Yahoo News comments sections could learn a couple of fresh metaphores. :confused: Nothing to do with right wing views and all to do with the parochial minded whiners who feel the need to harvest approval via the little green upward arrow by blatting out the same tired hyperbole. Ever seen some variation of ‘I know the lefties will hit the red arrow but….’?
Also, why do I have to be considerate to motorists? I tend to cross the road when there is no traffic around, regardless of the presence of a pedestrian crossing or not. The scenario in which I’m angry (above) is when there is a constant volume of traffic and there is no possible chance for me to cross. Approaching a crossing, I’ve observed people waiting there for nothing short of a divine intervention. Why waste your time in this manner when, at the press of a button, these motorists are required to stop?
Internet pundits of a right wing leaning tend to use the ‘gravy train’ metaphor at every opportunity. It is overused. For example, upon reading the news that Rifkind has decided to step down in light of ‘cash for access’ claims , I’ve seen several comments of ‘lololol another rat leaving the gravy train’ from people that clearly never open a newspaper. Idiots. I’ve seen individuals miss the ‘train’ part of the metaphore entirely, so clearly Richard Littlejohn used it in a publication years ago and it has become the phrase of choice.
Secondly, idiots that stand at a pedestrian crossing and don’t press the button. Some times I’m the first person out of five or six to actually press it, and when the traffic stops I get dirty looks. Why do I owe passing motorists a massive favour exactly? Why wait for a gap in solid, constantly moving traffic?
I watched ‘Meet the Ukippers’ last night. On one level it could be seen as something of a character assassination piece on the part of the BBC, going out of its way to edit together hours of footage to show UKIP to be unpopular and manned by clueless bigots. The section with the corpulent chain smoker, who sounded astonishingly like Little Britain’s Marjorie Dawes and who harboured strong views on ‘negroids’, has been widely reported.
On another level I felt quite sorry for all involved. For me, the programme showed little more than a series of hopelessly eccentric Brits railing against a system that has ignored and isolated them.
Anybody else watch this?
It seems like such a fertile source of humour.
Edit for clarity: I was late to the Burma party, and I only joined this forum late last year. I read about buried Spitfires as a kid. I was surprised that this story was still on the go and that people had such strongly opposing views on the matter. ‘Tis all!
Rather than ‘moldering’, like the ones in Myanmar.
Given that it is priced at £16,000 – £25,000 I’m assuming it is. In Spitfire-conomics, that sort of money would fail to buy you this;
