My late father’s flying instructor, Neville Browning, cartwheeled Tiger Moth G-ACDC (now owned by the Tiger Club, I believe,) during an air-display. My father said everyone thought he was gone, but he walked into the club house with a cut on his head muttering about ‘bloody mole-hills!’
Dad said ACDC looked liked a crushed paper bag afterwards.
Last edited by Jump Complete; 8th May 2023 at 20:24.