With luck, a single aerial application should be sufficient to restore life to normality.

A Mars a day helps you work, rest and play.

Anyone who has neat folds in their map is a fop and a dandy and probably irons their jeans.

Real pilots screw charts into a large ball, or stretch them over their (open) cockpits in inclement weather. A spiffy up-to-date map is the first sign of a ‘ new bug ‘. I am proud to say my one still has Croydon, Hanwell and the Great West Aerodrome.

Ok. L&S, I’ll have a bash.

photo 1 Demoiselle (replica ?) lets say La Ferte Alais.

No 2 Auster Frame and fuselage of a Luton Minor.

As a Science Museum aside, this weekend is a very rare chance to visit the reserve collection at Wroughton , near Swindon.

They have some amazing stuff there, not just aviation, but there is a Constellation, so what other excuse is needed. Admission seems to be free, with just a £2 charge to park.

I have advocated this very move on a number of occasions, and I believe it is long overdue.

Yes, a lot or marketing and rebranding is self-regarding B.S, but in this case, the name Popular Flying Association does not do the organisation justice, and that DOES matter.

It is redolent of a long-passed era, of ernest, inpecunious zealots toiling away, not to mention the rank whiff of unspoken socialism. Even if that does not matter, if the names confuses people, or puts them off then a change is justified.

Furthermore, PFA seems more associated with the Professional Footballers Association, or even Pulverised Fuel Ash (useful in the abutments of bridges) .
LAA seems to fit the bill, and offers plenty of scope for jokes about the HQ at Turweston (Laa-Laa Land) ! Lets approve it with the minimum of fuss, and get on with promoting light aviation.

”When I lost that job due to arrogance, bullying and discrimination I then had time to follow my hobbies. ”

Did you manage to address your obnoxious personality traits before throwing yourself into the preservation movement? It sounds as though golf would have been more your kind of thing.

Suits you sir!

Woburn almost ALWAYS gets gets good weather, but in this cursed summer perhaps it was too much to expect. The turnout was thin, with just 20 or so aeroplanes on the field at noon. No sea of Tigers, not a DH60 to be seen, but a nice Aeronca, and Messenger G-AKIN amongst others.

The vintage cars were in short supply, and they slithered around in the mud getting up the hill. The was a huge outbreak of yellow jackets, and with nothing much to do, they gathered in massive herds, roaming around the flightline to spoil as many photos as possible. Still, the event must have been incredibly safe as a result.

By 3.30 Captain Neville’s Flying Circus had done their thing, the stallholders were boxing up, and aircrew started quick, efficient walkrounds before firing up and heading for home. I hope everyone had a safe trip back, as it was all getting rather grey and low.

On the way home, I saw a glider and tug dissappear into cloud at 400 feet, towing out of Dunstable. The tug whizzed out in a steep dive, and the now-abandoned and no doubt surprised glider also re-emerged to make a very high speed circuit!