Pandalet
19th Aug 2006, 21:00
I've just had a rather exciting morning, and I thought I'd share what turned out to be an amazingly positive experience...
I'm currently training for my PPL(H), and have around 34 hours. I was on a solo cross-country navex from Panshanger up to Royston and back, in an R22, and everything seemed to be going well. I found the Nuthampstead VOR fine, and then found Royston without trouble... until I turned back south towards Panshanger, only to be confronted with a great big storm front that had moved up behind me, right over my planned track... complete with rain / haze curtain below and anvil above.
It was pretty close, but I originally though I'd be able to dog-leg around. This prospect was quickly dispelled when I started hitting the turbulence. Thinking that setting down and waiting it out might not be a bad idea, I radioed back to base to ask for advice... no answer! I'm not sure whether I was too far out, or the storm was interfering or what, but after two tries, I started looking for other people to talk to.
The next station I tried (Fowlmere) didn't seem to be listening in, as they weren't replying to my calls. Solo, low-hour student in an R22, starting to get bumped around a bit, with a large storm getting closer and closer, I was feeling the first threads of panic creeping in...
Now overhead Fowlmere, I realised I could see another aerodrome not far off; a frantic scan of the chart indicated that it was likely to be Duxford. I made a somewhat wobbly call on their frequency, and, praise be!, someone answered. Just to have someone who sounded like they knew what they were doing talking to me at last was a hundred-fold improvement, but obviously hearing the quaver in my voice, they then talked me in, with helpful info about where to go etc. (I've only ever landed away at one other aerodrome, and it wasn't Duxford), right down to where to park and everything.
I managed to hold myself together long enough to get the ship landed and shut down. Having persuaded my legs to grow up and stop wobbling, I climbed out and realised that there was an audience of folks along the fence who had been watching me come in and all - boy, did I feel small!
Having located the tower, but not sure where to go to report in, and definately starting to get the shaky hands, I was intercepted by a chap in a flying suit, who first reassured me that I had done the right thing (several times), then pointed me to the stairs on the side of the tower and told me who to look for. On getting to the control room, the three gentlemen immediately sat me down with a cup of coffee and many reassurances and smiles.
At this stage, to my complete and utter embaressment, I must have run out of nerves and adrenaline, and burst into tears. I'm blushing bright red as I write this, but they just took it in their stride and did everything they could to make me feel better.
Once I'd pulled myself together, they made sure I'd contacted my flying school and said I could wait as long as I needed to for the weather to blow over, and not to worry about it if I needed to park overnight or anything. They welcomed me into the tower and explained how the various things worked. When the storm had blown over, they got me on my way, with a steer in the right direction, after which I had an uneventful flight back to Panshanger.
So, in summary, to Colin and the tower team, and Steve from the Classic Wing, a massive, heart-felt thank-you! You guys dealt with a semi-hysterical lost student with compassion and warmth, and did all the right things at the right moments. Really, all I can say is WOW! :ok::ok::ok:
I'm currently training for my PPL(H), and have around 34 hours. I was on a solo cross-country navex from Panshanger up to Royston and back, in an R22, and everything seemed to be going well. I found the Nuthampstead VOR fine, and then found Royston without trouble... until I turned back south towards Panshanger, only to be confronted with a great big storm front that had moved up behind me, right over my planned track... complete with rain / haze curtain below and anvil above.
It was pretty close, but I originally though I'd be able to dog-leg around. This prospect was quickly dispelled when I started hitting the turbulence. Thinking that setting down and waiting it out might not be a bad idea, I radioed back to base to ask for advice... no answer! I'm not sure whether I was too far out, or the storm was interfering or what, but after two tries, I started looking for other people to talk to.
The next station I tried (Fowlmere) didn't seem to be listening in, as they weren't replying to my calls. Solo, low-hour student in an R22, starting to get bumped around a bit, with a large storm getting closer and closer, I was feeling the first threads of panic creeping in...
Now overhead Fowlmere, I realised I could see another aerodrome not far off; a frantic scan of the chart indicated that it was likely to be Duxford. I made a somewhat wobbly call on their frequency, and, praise be!, someone answered. Just to have someone who sounded like they knew what they were doing talking to me at last was a hundred-fold improvement, but obviously hearing the quaver in my voice, they then talked me in, with helpful info about where to go etc. (I've only ever landed away at one other aerodrome, and it wasn't Duxford), right down to where to park and everything.
I managed to hold myself together long enough to get the ship landed and shut down. Having persuaded my legs to grow up and stop wobbling, I climbed out and realised that there was an audience of folks along the fence who had been watching me come in and all - boy, did I feel small!
Having located the tower, but not sure where to go to report in, and definately starting to get the shaky hands, I was intercepted by a chap in a flying suit, who first reassured me that I had done the right thing (several times), then pointed me to the stairs on the side of the tower and told me who to look for. On getting to the control room, the three gentlemen immediately sat me down with a cup of coffee and many reassurances and smiles.
At this stage, to my complete and utter embaressment, I must have run out of nerves and adrenaline, and burst into tears. I'm blushing bright red as I write this, but they just took it in their stride and did everything they could to make me feel better.
Once I'd pulled myself together, they made sure I'd contacted my flying school and said I could wait as long as I needed to for the weather to blow over, and not to worry about it if I needed to park overnight or anything. They welcomed me into the tower and explained how the various things worked. When the storm had blown over, they got me on my way, with a steer in the right direction, after which I had an uneventful flight back to Panshanger.
So, in summary, to Colin and the tower team, and Steve from the Classic Wing, a massive, heart-felt thank-you! You guys dealt with a semi-hysterical lost student with compassion and warmth, and did all the right things at the right moments. Really, all I can say is WOW! :ok::ok::ok: