Seeing a Sea Vixen at practically nought feet over our cottage when I was about eight or nine years old. flown by a fellow from the village who was in the Navy, he was apparently saying ‘hello’ to his parents. I believe I heard my father say how the pilot got into trouble for that flight. For me it was the first jet I had ever seen. Needless to say, it frightened the bloody life out of me being that low:eek: .

Someone confirm I saw a Buchon out of North Weald heading North lunchtime Saturday, dare I say DX bound? Yellow nose, Merlin sounding, ring a bell?

For every building saved some more vanish forever. a little like the advert on television, you know the one?, the dumb/smart factor?.
While Strubby’s Tower is given a new lease of life, the remaining, and up till recently still used, wartime buildings west of Stansted airport and including Nissens and Handcraft huts were demolished last week.
Ho hum!

Basically three Milton, CPM, or Hanson concrete Manhole chamber rings, cut and adapted, and sat on what is called a ‘biscuit’ or a cover slab with one on top. all available from any reputable Civil engineering suppliers for about £100 a throw:)
It was for the forces, a cheap way of making a pillbox type position, at very little cost. We put loads of those in different airbases and installations all over the UK.

I remember the ‘Herald’ well. Having sailed on her for several years between Zeebrugge-Dover. I was a continental truck driver from age 21 to 50, retiring from that game just over two years ago.
That evening I was in Hatfield, delivering a load bought over from Hamburg via the ‘Herald’ the night before. Spent the evening wondering how many of my colleagues would be sailing home on her. As luck would have it, none of our drivers were on her that night, but two drivers I did know were on it, one lived , one died.
The incident never put me off of ferry travel, I am more scared of the freight train under the channel tunnel:eek:

$3.5 million?

They saw him coming.

Moggy

Only if he wore stilts;)

I would hardly think any company would dump hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of reclaimable metals into the ‘oggin.
Old RB211 engines from airliners were transported hundreds of miles for reclamation, I know this, for I used to do that for a living. But to dump engines purely to get shot of stock is beyond belief, sorry.