EFT on the Hiller 12E, then the Whirlwind HAS7. Hiller, still remember that first lift into the hover, then away over the Cornish countryside. After trundling up and down runways in a Chippie to get airborne, a wonderful revelation
Not enough baggage space for 2 weeks to Nuremberg and back, but a small price to pay for a "Navex" courtesy of HM taxpayer.
Still recall the sound of the Leonides starting in the Whirlie, each cylinder joining in it's own sweet time. Steely stuff for a callow Midshipman, out with a crewman learning winching and the like. And sitting alongside Malarky Jim hovering for a wheel change after blowing a tyre, running on at Predannack (sp?). Where is Dave Mallock these days?