Jet Provost Mk 3, Wymeswold 1964. I can still recall every detail, especially the undercarriage failing to deploy on my first, too energetic, push of the button. Recycling did the trick (just like the Airbus computers many years later) and all was well. The mistake? Going solo late on a Friday afternoon! Cost me a fortune in the Schwyerston Officers' Mess!
Almost, but not quite, eclipsed by watching my son fly his first solo and being allowed to congratulate him from the Control Tower at Parafield, South Australia.
Treasured memories.
Neppy
