No Danny, bad choice of words. Should have been 'large three bladed prop windmilling to a halt'. I can't remember when it actually stopped, I imagine on short finals as the speed dropped off, or even when the Spitfire and I came to a stop! I seem to remember that a mixture problem was the cause, which makes me wonder why it didn't happen before, same showing off at Cranwell, the previous arrival. Could have been self inflicted I suppose, but I think I was fairly well up with the landing checks by then. Anyway I am glad it didn't happen half way across the Wash!
Maybe an appropriate end to 50 odd hours of undeserved enjoyment, together with 30 odd in the Hurricane, and as a special treat, 30 minutes in the Spanish version of the ME 109! Talk about right place, right time!
My favourite, not made my mind up yet! But that and the Mk 5 were the nicest Spits.