You might like to hear that I’m ex-RAF, and the ex-RAF guys I work with are, like me, way past being blinkered by all the flag waving etc.
we can be proud of the RAF achieving what was required of it, but the upper echelons of the forces, well, they’re something else.
But on Remembrance Sunday , which was a glorious Autumn day by crisp sunlight and not a cloud in the sky, a Spitfire flew past me . It had D Day markings on it .
You clearly have a very jaundiced view of the Service to claim to be so proud of. In my 19 years in the RAF I certainly met some idiots but, in general, the people I worked with and for earned their jobs through hard work and ability. The RAF has a history much greater than the Battle of Britain and is far from redundant.
Back on track, I suppose.
This is the first aircraft I flew in, sometime around 1978. It’s a Beagle Husky, gifted to the Air Training Corps by, I think Hughie Green and Billy Butlin.
I flew in it from Cambridge airport. That’ll be closing in the next five years or so, and the world’s longest privately owned runway will become a housing estate.
For a few years, the BRM V16 was the only car I was interested in. Pictured here at a Goodwood Festival of Speed meeting a few years ago. It ran, and sounded absolutely astonishing.
We got to see (and hear) them regularly when I was at University, with Leuchars just down the road. A friend moved into a cottage in a place called Pusk, which just so happened to be right at the end of the runway!