2nd solo in a Whirlwind 10. a jet propelled S55 to our cousins. Cruising back to base at about 200 ft. and the fire lights come on accompanied by smoke filling the cockpit.
Go through the fire drill, push out a Mayday and turn into wind.
I was then confronted by a walls of splintering trees and writhing earth as a two acre field heaved itself across the scenery and presented itself directly in front of me.
A quick prayer to Bacchus and I landed.