Red Arrows issue warning after training session stopped by fans taking photos
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Recollect calibrating the ILS at an RAFG station.
On one of our runs we noted that a group of picnickers had ensconced themselves by the perimeter right under the approach.
For the next approach someone filled a washbasin and, on cue, pulled the plug.
The picnickers clearly put two and two together and got a #1 because, on the next run, they were gone.
What rotters bored RAF crew can be
On one of our runs we noted that a group of picnickers had ensconced themselves by the perimeter right under the approach.
For the next approach someone filled a washbasin and, on cue, pulled the plug.
The picnickers clearly put two and two together and got a #1 because, on the next run, they were gone.
What rotters bored RAF crew can be
Bit confused, were the picnickers in the boundary fence or outside?
I am assuming outside, in which case what right did you have to do what you did? If inside I would suggest you had a bigger problem than a few sandwich munchers sat at the end of a runway.
Still bags of fun, High Jinks from the rotters I suppose?
Edited to add: You had a washbasin on the aircraft? WTF were you flying?
Or have I completely missed something?
I don't own this space under my name. I should have leased it while I still could
now a nice used Elsan would be something else ..................
As a youngster I was fascinated by the variety of aircraft at Waterbeach and I spent hours watching approaches on the main Cambridge to Ely road. We used to sit /stand on the opposite side from the airfield as the jets roared over our heads.
Lovely long summer holidays doing my favorite thing watching jets alongside fishing in the river Cam.
One day I came home at tea time and my father was waiting for what I know know to be a 'Hat Check'. Did I get a bollocking!! He recognized me from his 253 sqn Venom cockpit. I lost so many priviledges I thought the world had ended.
Much later in life, I was told he landed at North Weald at about that Waterbeach time in his career having run out of fuel downwind on his second attempt in inclement weather and finally landed diagonally and partly knocking the fence down. I accepted that as QED.
In my later life I always needed a minimum of 6 tons Sword and an extra bit on the side ( a ton for each of my three girls).
Lovely long summer holidays doing my favorite thing watching jets alongside fishing in the river Cam.
One day I came home at tea time and my father was waiting for what I know know to be a 'Hat Check'. Did I get a bollocking!! He recognized me from his 253 sqn Venom cockpit. I lost so many priviledges I thought the world had ended.
Much later in life, I was told he landed at North Weald at about that Waterbeach time in his career having run out of fuel downwind on his second attempt in inclement weather and finally landed diagonally and partly knocking the fence down. I accepted that as QED.
In my later life I always needed a minimum of 6 tons Sword and an extra bit on the side ( a ton for each of my three girls).
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I read this thread and shared the opinion of many that calling a missed approach was perhaps a little over-zealous. Having spent a VIP day at Scampton with the Red Arrows, this seems a bit out of character, after all they fly over and around millions of people every year at airshows......
And a true story: My Dad's old Captain was the staish at Waddington before the purpose-built 'Spotters area' was created on the A-15. There was an exercise going on with lots of visiting aircraft flying in & out of Waddington which had attracted the spotters who parked their cars on the grass verge of the A15. The local plod called Jim (Station Commander) asking if they should be moved-on if they were causing a hazard. 'Don't you dare!' was his response. He would send the RAFP out every hour who would patrol the area with a collection tin for the RAFBF, the total collected exceeded fifteen grand.
ABS
And a true story: My Dad's old Captain was the staish at Waddington before the purpose-built 'Spotters area' was created on the A-15. There was an exercise going on with lots of visiting aircraft flying in & out of Waddington which had attracted the spotters who parked their cars on the grass verge of the A15. The local plod called Jim (Station Commander) asking if they should be moved-on if they were causing a hazard. 'Don't you dare!' was his response. He would send the RAFP out every hour who would patrol the area with a collection tin for the RAFBF, the total collected exceeded fifteen grand.
ABS
