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I did a Flying Scholarship at Carlisle Flying Club in 1960 or 61 (unfortunately, I have lost my civilian log book for the period). The CFI was Dave Davico who told me I would make a good commercial pilot - I joined the RAF! The aircraft were a mixture of Austers - J5F, Aiglet and Autocrat. Other instructors were Hodgson x 2. I still retain the flight met for the solo x cty - Carlisle - Woodvale - Blackpool - Carlisle. The plan was to do a stop and go at Woodvale before landing at Blackpool. However, having found myself at 2-300 feet over Morecambe Bay (below cloud but rapidly teaching myself IF), I saw Blackpool Tower and decided it might be best to land at Blackpool first. Reporting to the tower and phoning Carlisle in anticipation of a bollocking, I was told to wait there until the weather improved then carry on via Woodvale! At the time, the nuance of the relief in the voice from Carlisle was lost on me!
Anyway, all memories of the course treasured and I would appreciate hearing any other information about Carlisle at the time. Specifically, is it likely that the flight records for the time are retained anywhere?
Hi I was wondering if any body remembered Carlisle and CSE i was on the google internet and found about the forum I was in Carlisle OCT 1977 from a group of Kuwaiti Pilots and in 1978 i saw Mr Davico crash with libyan student pilot i was trained by Capt Barclay and still have very nice memories from Carlisle very nice to read about your comments
Just found this thread and it bought back many happy memories. I did my RNFS in 1968 with Rosie Stephenson as my instructor. Davico did my 30hr Test at the end. Went back the following year for the 10hrs to PPL. Flew the newly arrived Beagle Pups with Rawlinson doing my type conversion and time also with Cosimi, Davico and Gove. Final PPL with Davico. I think Cosimi also did my RT licence. Taking a nearly new Pup down to Blackpool for my final cross country was memorable. One other memory was one instructor who, on a night flight from Newcastle, decided to beat up Carlisle. General consensus was it was a aircraft wanting to land. The group went into the control tower and turned on the airfield lighting. Aircraft departed but I seem to remember that one instructor had an interesting meeting with the CFI! Ah happy days.
Rawlinson was my instructor, but I never knew what his background was, or what happened to him after my course. I suppose I was far too preoccupied with getting through the course, but in later years I wished I had known more about the guy.
Sorry Aileron Drag, I haven't any more info. I found my log book when we moved house a couple of years ago and that started the memory lane trip. I have found one of the Pups I flew is still flying and looking in remarkably good nick for its age. I knew very little about any of my instructors. Rosie was brilliant, I remember dreading my 30hr test with Davico, he made the whole thing painless. It made my PPL much easier with him knowing what to expect. It was sad to read of Davico's death in this thread, I dug up and read the report yesterday.
Hi, I'm Tony Cosimini's nephew and was named after him, my mother was his eldest sister Anne Cosimini, who unfortunately passed away aged 74 two yrs ago this November. I have never flown even as a passenger commercially, hence the Terra Firma username lol My uncle Tony developed Angina (allegedly due to smoking combined with the physiological stresses of flying) and that was the reason he could no longer fly and was restricted to the simulators (which he disliked). He threw himself into gardening after retirement and would not slow down, stop smoking or drinking whiskey. He had a minor heart attack and when my mother went to visit him in Hospital she found him smoking under the bedsheets A year later he had a massive heart attack and died in 1977. I attended the funeral with my mother and Tony's younger brother my Uncle Peter Cosimini (who is now 86 and still happily living in Blyth with my Aunty Angiolina and occasionally still playing the accordion for charitable causes). Tony's wife Barbara and his children Peter, Paul and Maria (my cousins) were all devastated and seemed totally lost without him. Peter & Paul still live in Carlisle, Maria is a free spirit who seems to move around a lot, Barbara died about 12yrs ago. Tony had a son by a girlfriend in Blyth before he married Barbara who grew up as Phillip Wilson, for many years growing up I never even knew of him, but I got to know him several years ago and we keep in touch. I grew up only seeing my uncle Tony occasionally after he moved from Ashington to Carlisle, but I loved him a lot. I remember him as a strong charismatic and friendly man who always took an interest in what I was doing and gave me a lot of encouragement. He possessed a 'black' sense of humour as did my mother which I also inherited. The comment earlier in the thread about him telling someone they couldn't push a pram then lighting his pipe, vacating the plane and then sending them on a maiden solo flight is VERY typical of him and his brand of humour lol! The best and longest laughs I have ever had were with my Mother and usually centred around practical jokes played on family members, something of a Cosimini family tradition. Tony was an old school 'tough guy' who in his day fought the wrestler Jackie Pallo and boxed exhibition matches with some top boxers of the day. My Italian grandfather did not approve so he had to sneak out of the house via various fabrications with my Nonna (a big wrestling fan!) and the rest of the family making up stories to explain his various black eyes and bruises etc I have some great photos of my uncle Tony and very fond (if too few) memories. Had he lived I'm sure I would have found my wings well before now.
Aaaah, this is PPRuNe at it's best. Entertaining read for those of us just retired but can't, quite, let go & not into gardening. Looks like Carlisle fed Hamble & the military with some really good stuff. I was a BKS/Northeast Cadet at Oxford but three of our fellow cadets were trained at Carlisle. These rotters kept outgrading & outflying the Oxford Cadets by a mile. What was the secret ?
I can only speak for my Uncle Tony, but I think the 'secret' was the quality of the instructors at Carlisle. They were a certain 'breed'...strong and courageous men who possessed the personal qualities that would automatically seed a confidence within their pupils that would inspire them to succeed beyond their expectations and elevate them above the average. I know that this is the effect my Uncle Tony had on me, and I became a British champion in my chosen sport and have taken my business to the finals of my industry's national awards on 3 occasions. A strong character, a loving heart and a genuine philanthropic nature were what lay underneath my Uncle Tony's tough exterior. My mother said that when he had his Fish & chip shop he was always giving food away to children of poorer families who could not afford to give their children money for chips etc.. His occasional 'abruptness' or impatience were the result of a deep sadness and regret that he always carried within him over personal matters in his past that he felt he had been given no choice over, and I know that one such matter was his 'illegitimate' son Phillip, who he never met. Incidentally, I don't think there is such a thing as an illegitimate child, only illegitimate parents. Uncle Tony's escape from the 'earthly' matters that troubled him was his flying, but when due to ill health this was taken away from him, I'm afraid his days were numbered. Great men always touch many lives and are always remembered many years after they have gone, and to find that he is being mentioned and remembered so fondly in a current topic of discussion so many years after his passing makes me very happy and very proud to be his nephew and confirms the indelible impression he made on me in my youth, that he was a very special and inspirational man.
I have to confess (with great pride) that I was on a RNFS at Carlisle from Mid March to Mid April 1967. It blew a northern gale for all of the month but for very few days when we flogged the planes to death. The quality of the flying was probably down to flying in such hysterical weather conditions! My instructors were Tribe and Rosie Stephenson. Captain Davico did my final test on 14/4/67. Memories include Rosie in a 152 getting me to induce a spin which went inverted- quite alarming. So she did one to show me, and went inverted. Mr Rawlinson trying to get across 'hydraulicing' to a class of uncontrollable 17 year olds!
By September '67, ace Notso decided to crack Austers at Portsmouth. After 2 hours I still couldn't quite crack taildraggers, but off I went solo. There followed 3 circuits of terror trying to get this thing down on the ground without bouncing frighteningly, and going around twice. I survived the third violent arrival and fled. A year and a half later, I managed to fool Hamble that I was fit for it, and managed a full career in BA (and another unmentionable airline for pension purposes) flying VC10s and all Boeing jets except 767, and the landings improved immensely (except for landing into Rangoon in a VC10 with Lord Mountbatten on board in about 1972- I think he never recovered- it took me 6 months)!
Now happily retired sailing and flying a Sportcruiser whenever I get a chance. Careers will never be like that again. Flying a VC10 across the Pacific with minimal navigation aids hoping we'd find land at the other end! Surfing on Waikiki, days in Fiji with a bunch of gorgeous stewardesses, a week in Mauritius, Seychelles, Jo'burg, 4 days in LAX, SFO, Anchorage, HKG, seeing the lights of Samarkand twinkling at night, dawn over the Arctic, real Dutch Rolls in training at high altitude, flying low level in a turboprop up Loch Lomond. The flying careers now are becoming narrower and more repetetive.
You said, "and managed a full career in BA (and another unmentionable airline for pension purposes)".
You must be barking mad
I left after 30 years (three years early), and live very well on the British Airways pension. You must have one hell of an expensive lifestyle to have needed a full British Airways pension AND a second salary!
Then again, antifoul is a tad expensive these days!
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There's something about flying a big, shiny Boeing that I hadn't quite got out of my system. Those poetic moments as the sun goes down, solving problems and getting the job done, pulling off a very strong crosswind landing well and saying to the spotty in the rhs 'one day buster, you too might be able to get close to this!', the incredibly hot wimmin fussing around you..... At 55 when BA slung me out from my monthly Bangkok-Sydney, LAX, CPT (long awaited under the BA seniority system!), I wasn't ready to hang the headset up. After another 5 years with an awful unmentionable outfit, it made a difference- I was ready to pass the baton on to the spotties who were looking a little more grown up! I still find I very much miss the delights of roaring off in a Boeing (and a VC10), but the pains of simulator checks, SEP, Class 1 Medicals and all the other splinters of that stair bannister of one's career have outweighed the pleasures. The mere thought of working for a living makes me break out into a sweat! But it took to cracking 60 for that. 55 was far too young to chuck out experienced people who wanted to fly (with several hungry ex-wives!). And blow people who are hungry for your place- the rights of a 20k-hour experienced pilot trump them! If I'd had the choice, I'd still be in BA- the rest are crap, but 34 years was great. Now I am enjoying sailing, flying lights and holidaying....but just occasionally I do feel an urge to pat a Boeing, until all the implications come back!
....bit of juicy gossip here for you old-timers who remember the Gang at Carlisle flying school...I was talking to my Cousin Paul Cosimini about this website and the information regarding his father Tony (my uncle)...he revealed to me that his father and Rosie had an affair at one point and that his mother left because she found out and went back to Wales to her family with him and his brother and sister in tow. He says he was absolutely gutted when they made up and went back to Carlisle as he had just been signed up to play for Swansea schoolboys FC lol!
I was there on an RAF Flying Schol in 1967. I flew with Rosie Tribe until my 30 hour check, which I did with Cosimini. I couldn't afford the extra 5 hours for a PPL (in those days) so had to postpone my flying till UAS at Newcastle. RAF 14 years, and 27 in CX, still going but not so strong these days! Peter M has retired from CX after an illustrious career of over 30 years. I remember the simple innocence of the atmosphere at Crosby-on-Eden, and the shear joy of getting airborne with (apparently) few responsibilities. Happy days.