Ah, the sweet nostalgia! After a hefty 50 hours on Hiller 12E's I was let lose on a Whirlwind HAS7 for c.40 hrs, with Malarky Jim as my instructor. Well remember the Alvis Leonides, you could hear each cylinder catch during start up! That long climb up the side into the cockpit, the lousy vis. through numerous window panes, Sproule net practice (solo) with a very agitated CPO in the back pointing out in a broad Irish accent "Get up, me bleeding feet are getting wet!!" Bursting a tyre during auto's at Predannack (sp?), and M' Jim holding a hover back at Culdrose for a wheel change.
Hardly miss it
ps how's the big move going, T & B?