Night freight……… the best of times…… the worst of times.
Up and down the east coast in a Queenair, summer and the build ups, winter and the ice praying that you got to Eildon Weir without having to use max power to maintain height and 27 was active.
Then the Metro, well a bit better you could sometimes get over or around it better and the extra speed meant you got home before sun up….well in winter at least.
Europe in a turboprop as well……. You don’t realize how good you had it at home in oz until you see the build up of ice……behind the boots! Cold wet. Cold wet always grey……….
Made you want to go back to the donga in the back of the Ansett freight shed in Melbourne and sleep.
Until the crackle power 727 left for Perth.
Half of what I do now is night freight in a way, back of the clock ferry to somewhere to deliver a plane for someone else.