Saxa Vord Sept 2017
Just seen on Radio Shetlands FB page, brief statement that MoD are to install New (remote?) Radar at Saxa Vord
PZU - Out of Africa (Retired) |
They used to send naughty Air Force officers up there to be the Assistant Families Officer.
Where are they going to send them now? |
Ah, Shetland Radar ... possibly the worst posting in ATC :)
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Thankfully my island tour was Cyprus. I did do an 8 week detachment to Benbecula, after Robin Heaney got thrown off because of his strange behaviour towards the army. After I'd been there 2 weeks they asked 11Gp if they could have Robin back.....
Only place I've ever been where they sold fishing flies behind the bar, (barmaid Katrina?) |
When I was on a 4 week detachment to Sumburgh in 1972, there was a rumour that several female personnel had been hurriedly posted in to Saxa due to certain 'morale' problems.
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If you had seen the women in Unst you could understand it.
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Orkney during WW2 was no better
Bloody Orkney This bloody town's a bloody cuss No bloody trains, no bloody bus, And no one cares for bloody us In bloody Orkney. The bloody roads are bloody bad, The bloody folks are bloody mad, They'd make the brightest bloody sad, In bloody Orkney. All bloody clouds, and bloody rains, No bloody kerbs, no bloody drains, The Council's got no bloody brains, In bloody Orkney. Everything's so bloody dear, A bloody bob, for bloody beer, And is it good? - no bloody fear, In bloody Orkney. The bloody 'flicks' are bloody old, The bloody seats are bloody cold, You can't get in for bloody gold In bloody Orkney. The bloody dances make you smile, The bloody band is bloody vile, It only cramps your bloody style, In bloody Orkney. No bloody sport, no bloody games, No bloody fun, the bloody dames Won't even give their bloody names In bloody Orkney. Best bloody place is bloody bed, With bloody ice on bloody head, You might as well be bloody dead, In bloody Orkney Hamish Blair Funny to think its a popular tourist destination now with so many cruise ships calling in that they are having problems coping with the influx of visitors |
Funny to think its a popular tourist destination now with so many cruise ships calling in that they are having problems coping with the influx of visitors |
Nought wrong with Saxa Vord apart from Shetrads wholigans on 3 month detachments who led us long-termers astray - The Rainman, Tom M and Storky to name but a few in my time :) Balty Towers was the second OM for us and Gerty got us there!!
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I had to take an urgently needed drilling bit from Aberdeen to the Ninian platform. 19.00 hrs departure in a S76A, all by myself with Unst as the diversion and booked to land after the delivery.
A clear night with half moon and after I had landed on the Ninian, unloaded I took off for Unst. Scottish seemed quite puzzled with my flight information but before we could clarify it I was out of range. Approaching the coast I called Unst tower with no reply. I tried to call our company at Unst and again no reply. I passed over their NDB and there was Unst laid out in the moonlight. There were no lights on the airfield except the hanger lights shining out on the pan. I could see the runway, Sumburgh and Scatsta I knew were closed so I set up a circuit on the unlit runway. On final there was a sudden panting call on the tower frequency asking the callsign of the aircraft on finals. We established I wanted to land and he switched on the lights and cleared me to land. I taxied onto the pan, shut down the aircraft, found a chock to secure it and went into the Bristow's hanger. There were our engineers in the office holding cups of coffee. You would have thought a ghost had walked in. They had no idea I was coming and the noise outside, not being familiar with a S76, made them think it was a Brymon Dash 8. The air trafficker then came in telling me that his bungalow was just across the road and he had heard me coming which is why he had rushed to the tower. I was put up in the Baltersound. The usual beers and then I was kept awake by somebody banging an oil rep all night. The reason for the non-communication was that the company ops controller at Aberdeen had an alcohol problem, they found a bottle of whisky in his locker and he had completely forgot about my arrangements. That turned out to be his last shift. |
Originally Posted by pzu
(Post 9888718)
Just seen on Radio Shetlands FB page, brief statement that MoD are to install New (remote?) Radar at Saxa Vord
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Bloody Orkney
"Funny to think its a popular tourist destination now" Ignorance is bliss as ever. One local response was:- The bloody Sassenachs have come With bugle call and tuck o drum With smell of beer and army rum. The cheeky sods What right have they to criticise Who blow their trumpet to the skies But all our folk and homes despise The bloody clods. We love the wind, we love the rain We do have curbs and likewise drains We have no trams or railway trains But ships and luggers. Oh, could we hear the farewell knell Of old St. Magnus's church's bell To send them all to bloody hell The cocky buggers. Actually I doubt this was penned by a "local" as Sassenach is not an Orkney term. It does not mean English but is a corruption of the Gaelic for Saxon i.e. anyone from South of the Gaelic speaking Highlands of Scotland. This never included Orkney as the Isles had been part of Norway until passing to Scotland. |
Is Unst Airport open again now? Last I heard about 4 years ago it was closed.
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And another for good measure!
This bloody war's a bloody cuss For what it's bought to bloody us Such bloody trouble, bloody fuss Oh bloody, bloody The navy takes the bloody bun With gold braid by the bloody ton This bloody town they try to run Oh bloody, bloody They commandeer each bloody hall And at their bloody beck and call They want us one and bloody all Oh bloody, bloody Strutting round like bloody hens Supercilious bloody wrens Can scarcely push their bloody pens Oh bloody, bloody Our so called soldiers bloody gay With two and bloody six a day Their bloody looks keep Huns away Oh bloody, bloody Brass-hats by the bloody score Drink their pay and shout for more No wonder Tommy's bloody sore Oh bloody, bloody Immaculate bloody glamour boys In smoky blue, like bloody toys Parade with studied bloody poise Oh bloody, bloody Despite all benefits bestowed These bloody forces write an ode To ridicule our loved abode Oh bloody, bloody Wish this bloody war was o'er We'll hound them from our bloody shore And live in peace for evermore Oh bloody, bloody Anyone who bothered to visit the Orkney Archipelago will realise how puerile it was to seek to compare the peacetime comforts of a base down south with what was then a remote group of Islands in Wartime. The Navy visited it once before the Great War. By then it had dawned on the thickos at the Admiralty that their Battlefleet would be no use if blockaded in Portsmouth, Chatham or Devonport. More so in WW2 by when the added threat of German Air Power had emerged. |
I always thought Macrihannish was the RAFs punishment posting.
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I have had some wonderful two week holidays in the Orkney and Shetland Islands.
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I can recommend a holiday in Orkney but always check whether there will be any cruise ships disgorging thousands of day-trippers. Fortunately I live on Stronsay, one of the Northern Isles, where we do get some visitors but not in overwhelming numbers. See the islands's monthly newsletter "The Stronsay Limpet" for an idea of what island life is like.
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Had an unforgettable walking holiday in Shetland and Orkney prior to being posted south from Lossie in the early 80s. Always wanted to return - still on my 'to do' list.
It was made even more memorable by a chance meeting and brief chat with Mrs T and Dennis in Kirkwall. |
In the early seventies we took a couple of Pumas up to Stromness Battery which used to defend the northwest entrance to Scapa Flow. (It didn't stop a Uboat from sneaking in and sinking a warship). The emplacements were still in place; one could go down to the magazines and the blast shutters still operated.
The accommodation was a time warp. The mess room was as it had been left in 1945. There were murals of a typical English scene with cottages complete with archways of roses over the door. The Island of Hoy was where the Navy had their fuel store underground. I had a wander around the buildings and there was a lit tunnel leading into the hill. I was chased out by the team that was recovering all the heavy oil that the Navy had left behind. There is a picture of a Puma on the Old Man of Hoy. The collective wasn't lowered fully in case the (5 tonne) weight caused it to collapse. That would have been a Board of Inquiry and a half. |
Originally Posted by Fareastdriver
(Post 9889199)
If you had seen the women in Unst you could understand it.
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