Moaning about Mona
I don't own this space under my name. I should have leased it while I still could
He explained that was incorrect as he could not see her paddock from the Spitfire.
Local rag carried story "Should Wg Cdr still be allowed to fly if he is almost blind?"
Huuuu Post 17, my wife had a married quarter at Cottesmore in the days of TTTE in a street known locally as 'Afterburner Alley'.
Monday to Thursday every week until midnight. We quickly got used to the din and the burnt Avtur in the nostrils was what joined for!!
O-D
Monday to Thursday every week until midnight. We quickly got used to the din and the burnt Avtur in the nostrils was what joined for!!
O-D
There was a similar mink farm in South Wales which we were instructed to avoid; helpfully, it was marked on the AFCENT low-level chart - so our 4FTS nav routes were planned to give it a wide berth.
However, Jones-the-mink phoned up one day in a rage, complaining that he'd gone to the time and trouble of notifying the farm to the MoD, but he'd just had 3 or 4 Gnats whistling overhead at 250ft upsetting the minks' breeding action....
Upon investigation, the cause was obvious. The farm had been mis-plotted on the chart and the carefully re-planned navex route now went directly overhead his farm.....
However, Jones-the-mink phoned up one day in a rage, complaining that he'd gone to the time and trouble of notifying the farm to the MoD, but he'd just had 3 or 4 Gnats whistling overhead at 250ft upsetting the minks' breeding action....
Upon investigation, the cause was obvious. The farm had been mis-plotted on the chart and the carefully re-planned navex route now went directly overhead his farm.....
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Many moons ago I was on an SAR unit at Chivenor. The bloke next door bought a house where you could see a big yellow helicopter with Rescue written all over it at the bottom of the garden. He complained every time it flew🙄🙄
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...and the burnt Avtur in the nostrils was what joined for!!
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Reminds me of the old two Ronnies joke about a Great Grandfather killed at Little Big Horn. He wasn't in the battle but picnicking nearby and he went over to complain about the noise........ I know , I know , hat , coat
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Not Mona, but moaning locals. Several years ago I was flying a civilian Piston Provost from our base in Berkshire to Popham for refuelling.
On the extended left base leg for R/W 08, the engine noise changed, the oil temperature began to rise and the oil pressure began to decrease.
Popham was informed and they gave us priority landing. Normal approaches to that runway have to be made over the silver silos to the west, to avoid flying over a house pretty much on the extended centre line. My approach was inside the silos and steeper than for a powered approach.
The throttle had not been touched since the oil failure indications, and, as the aircraft was rounded out for landing and accompanying throttle closure, the engine stopped.
As was normal on weekends, the clubhouse was pretty full, and on hearing there was an aircraft in difficulty on approach, the members came outside to watch. As the Provost rolled to a standstill on the runway, the members arrived and pushed the aircraft clear. Many commented that they were surprised at the steeper than normal approach, but now understood. My passenger disappeared to call the owner, and I clambered on to the wing to view the situation. Almost immediately, I was accosted by a lady on a horse who pointed her riding crop at me and complained that I had over-flown her house. I said that I didn’t think so, but I was pre-occupied with the engine malfunction. This caused another explosion of angst and some heavy language from the lady.
The airport manager, who had arrive as the aircraft drew to a halt, informed the lady that horses were not permitted on the airfield, and a spirited discussion took place until the police were called and shooed the horse from the airfield.
On the extended left base leg for R/W 08, the engine noise changed, the oil temperature began to rise and the oil pressure began to decrease.
Popham was informed and they gave us priority landing. Normal approaches to that runway have to be made over the silver silos to the west, to avoid flying over a house pretty much on the extended centre line. My approach was inside the silos and steeper than for a powered approach.
The throttle had not been touched since the oil failure indications, and, as the aircraft was rounded out for landing and accompanying throttle closure, the engine stopped.
As was normal on weekends, the clubhouse was pretty full, and on hearing there was an aircraft in difficulty on approach, the members came outside to watch. As the Provost rolled to a standstill on the runway, the members arrived and pushed the aircraft clear. Many commented that they were surprised at the steeper than normal approach, but now understood. My passenger disappeared to call the owner, and I clambered on to the wing to view the situation. Almost immediately, I was accosted by a lady on a horse who pointed her riding crop at me and complained that I had over-flown her house. I said that I didn’t think so, but I was pre-occupied with the engine malfunction. This caused another explosion of angst and some heavy language from the lady.
The airport manager, who had arrive as the aircraft drew to a halt, informed the lady that horses were not permitted on the airfield, and a spirited discussion took place until the police were called and shooed the horse from the airfield.
