Good to hear 788 is going inside for the winter, and very nice to see your continuing hard work.
A while ago I had some of my junk framed as here. There are two cloth squadron badges for flying overalls, a gash medal I got for drinking Stella, a nav badge and an old photo. This, together with my 2 log books is about all I have to show for my time in the mob, and I wonder if I should ask my boys what they intend to do with them.
Excellent work to get those airbrakes working, congratulations.
You mustn’t upset the Germans, anyway it happened before Pearl harbour so is irrelevant.
I did a lot of work at Wethersfield in the early ’60’s.
Now a daft story, I worked on practically all the airfields in Suffolk Essex and Norfolk in that period, and had been issued with a pass at Bentwaters, although it named the base as “81 TAC FTR WG”. The expiration date field on the pass had “Indefinite” because I was a frequent visitor. This held their nuclear reaction force and so was the highest security unit I visited. One day at Wethersfield I was measuring up work on the disused runway used to park aircraft, I had driven into the base unchallenged, and as usual had swanned straight on to the airfield. Naughty, as I should have seen someone before doing so.
So up screams a posse of US police, all official. I showed them the pass, and their attitude changed immediately, on seeing 81 TAC, from very aggressive, to “yes sir, no sir” and I was allowed to carry on unhindered.
That pass was magic for many years until one day I strayed into the Victor Alert area at Bentwaters , by mistake, where armed aircraft stood at readiness. Up screams a couple of big jeeps and I was ordered out of my car at gunpoint, made to lean against it with my hands on the roof, and thoroughly frisked. then I was taken to the local US police guardroom and put in a cell right next to the commanders office. I could hear him on the phone to his boss over on the main site saying they had arrested someone with a strange pass, he was quite excited and said he thought they had caught a NATO spy, who apparently had been sent to test their security. After that I had to get a new pass, the type I had had long been superseded, and all new ones were issued with an expiry date.
Late model Mossies props rotated clockwise on both engines. the reason for different mark Nos was the auxiliaries that the engine drove. Power for the radar in the NF36 came from an alternator driven from the port engine.
Sorry, although I served alongside 13 sqdn I had no knowledge of their sorties it was all kept pretty tight. I was aware that occasional flights took off from Kabrit and landed away, possibly going to UK.
I must really sort out a trip up to York to be reunited with this old monster.
Re hoovering. In my long spiel about my time in the mob I mentioned having to ask the pilot politely to invert the aircraft so I could retrieve something I had dropped on the floor. It was remarkable what landed in the cockpit roof then, mostly sand, but washers and bits of wire were not unusual.
Thanks for the compliments, which I don’t deserve, being not much of a writer.
Talking to one of my sons reminded me of another daft thing we did, have i used the words “sand happy”, this is a good example.
But I did dream up a hairbrained scheme to stretch our range on trips away. Airliners crossing the Atlantic in those days still carried navigators who used sextants to aid navigation. I read an article in a magazine about a method of long distance navigation called “single heading”. In this the barometer readings of the departure and arrival points were used to calculate a heading which could be maintained regardless of wind changes which should mean arrival at the right place. So I tried this, although our flights were not long enough to really test it.
Now, the daft bit. On one of our trips to Malta from Kabrit we encountered the jet stream, and I got a headwind of 186 knots, about 213 mph. Kabrit to Malta was give or take 1000 miles, and our theoretical range, no wind, was 700.We had to land half way to refuel anyway, the winds at height over the Med were generally from the North West, so going back to Kabrit almost a dead tail wind. So, my bright idea, if there was such a wind when we were coming back we might be able to do it non stop. We would need to find the missing 300 miles, direct flight time would be about 1 and a half hours and there it was, 1 and a half times 200 is 300, bingo. of course that speed had been exceptional and in fact the wind had dropped to just over 100 soon after, so for safety I reckoned we would need another 100 miles. I realised that the Suez Canal was 100 miles long. I discussed this with Joe, saying if we could glide 100 miles things should work out, so to prove it, how about trying to glide the length of the Canal?
Well we had a go but couldn’t quite sensibly pull it off, we had got so low we would use too much fuel to climb to any reasonable height, so we never tried it out. Thinking about it, if we had had to land short we would be on an Egyptian airfield which was a definite no no. However, using the Meteor as a glider was an interesting experiment.
Because you cannot get your head round it.
Mike asked if had flown in WS588. Answer is, yes several times, the first was on 11 Oct 54, doing a gun test, which was very shortly after joining the squadron. The last was two trips on 21 May 57, doing night practice interceptions only a few days before my time on the sqdn was up
Looks like you are making real progress, well done.
Tats a good but well used photo Box Brownie. I can’t remember who the orderly room sergeant was, but do remember the CO sitting me in that chair for a week or two after he left and before a replacement was found.
John Aeroclub, the RAF had changed radically by your time thanks to a certain Mr Sandys, who changed it from a war footing to a more peaceful affair. He wasn’t going to need serious aircrew, missiles would do all the fighting from then on.
Teekay, what can I say, you know better than me what a tricky aeroplane the Mosquito could be. It had to be treated with respect and limits had to be appreciated, step over the mark and it could bite hard. I was very lucky to have a pilot who knew what he was doing and had confidence in his actions, I flew with at least 10 pilots on the Mossie and learned to sum them up quick. The less experienced ones could be overawed by it and not master it which was what was needed, think treat it like a good woman.
Yes, a super book tells it how it was. I would also recommend “Night Flyer” by Lewis Brandon who was also a Nav/Rad. He was chief instructor when I was taught how to operate AI Mk10 at the OCU at Leeming in 1951. I was lucky enough to do the job for several years and even luckier that it was post-War.
We lived in an elevated position in the village of Elham, the front of our bungalow faced almost due east and the front lawn gave us a good view of the sky. I certainly remember watching the twisting contrails, and the aircraft wheeling about and hearing the bursts of fire. Also seeing an Me109 zooming across the village and crashing onto the hill a few hundred yards away from us, and another going down almost vertically about half a mile away. I could still take you to the spots where they crashed. Another powerful memory is being in our allotment with my father when there was a dogfight overhead and 4 aircraft wewnt down wothin a mile or two of us. The doctors house was just across the road approached by a flight of steps with a low wall each side. The doctor had been called out when two men were brought in and carried up the steps and one sat on the walls each side at the top, shouting at each other, while between them stood a soldier with a rifle. They were waiting for the doctor to come to attend them. Saw no more as my father took us home.