Kicking my heels in Cardiff about 91 suggested by the locals that the scrapyard opposite was worth looking in - duly went ponceing about.The bulk of it - Hunter,various Sabres, lots of other stuff ok but minding my manners I didn`t touch.
I had been let in by a guy driving a small JCB thingy who appeared to be redefining the yard boundaries and I was very wary about being caught bang to rights - I really shouldn`t have been there ( suspect you`ve guessed ).
Next thing I knew there was a scrapyard XJ owner revving the valves out of his " pride and joy " apparently to get to me . . . . " have you been in the Vulcan ?"
"not touched it" I said
"Right" qouth he "use this to get the door down and don`t worry about putting it back - I`ll sort it out later" at which point he gave the jag an equal thrashing on the way out.
A layabout sat in the skippers seat of a Vulcan? sooo tiny and with a stick - x2 - like a Kestel 19 !
Amazing. Just wonder about the history of that aircraft.
Day off today and spent all night digesting this thread so please forgive the waffle - my lady did
