Bird watching in England
One of my big (literally) memories from England was the Shackleton. If you’re interested in the minutiae of the Shackleton, just google ‘Avro Shackleton’ - I could prattle on a great length about her, but that’s not the point.
The photo above, while not taken when we lived there, gives a good idea of the view from RAF St. Mawgan’s tennis courts at the upwind end of the main runway in 1967.
Imagine being five years old and watching your parents play tennis when, all of a sudden, approximately 6,800 horsepower surrounded by a few tons of dural, steel, welds and rivets roar over your head.
Actually, I ran for cover in the family car a few times. Still bewilders me how I developed a strong interest in aviation despite the experience.
posted by Frontier Editor at 09:43
3 Comments:
you watched my parents play? really?
They played tennis out in the middle of a region known for little but sheep, pirates, witches and damp weather and some decent food and beer?
okay, just not the tennis part, or the sheep part...decent food and beer part, yes.
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