Hazy Sunday Afternoon
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Hazy Sunday Afternoon
Sunday 18th June, 2006
Almost three weeks of gloriously sunny weather, and naturally there are no planes available. JM is sat in a corner with no prop, waiting for 'the Big One' - annual, 150 hours and prop hub A.D., MB is in bits, also having its annual. I was quite surprised this afternoon to see Victor November on the pad, looking for all intents and purposes 'available for hire'. Quick as a flash, I wrote my name down on the booking sheet, thereby preventing someone usurping my opportunity and set about doing some flight planning.
Probably the reason for the plane being there was the fact that this wasn't one of those gloriously sunny days. It was in fact distinctly hazy, visibility being around ten miles, possibly down around six in places. I planned an 'out and back' navex, via Gloucester overhead, then down the river to Newport, North to Hereford and back.
Now Joe Howse was up at the airfield, and he volunteered to come along as passenger. Joe, you'll remember was P1 for that memorable Warrior flight back from Henstridge in the early days. Oh, hark at me, "early days" indeed! Anyhow, we take the covers off and preflight nthe aircraft. I'm glad I tested the fuel, as, despite having flown already today, there is water in both tanks. The plane was obviously refuelled after its last sortie, since the tanks are brim full. I wonder if the water got in via the fuel?
There was nobody in the tower, so after a few blind calls to 'Enstone Traffic' we were on our way. A straight out departure from runway 26 put us pretty much on track for Gloucester, and once cleaqr of the circuit, we changed to Gloucester Approach. Initially the frequency was quite broken, so we maintained a listening watch until we were closer, then we asked for a flight information service and transit through their overhead. Beyond Gloucester, it started to get more murky, and we decided to reassess our route every few minutes to ensure we weren't pressing on into too poor conditions. After Gloucester, we spoke briefly to Filton, who passed us almost immediately over to Cardiff. As we passed the Severn Bridges on our left, we saw another aeroplane on a reciprocal ehading and below us. We were well clear of him, so I waggled my wings, but he didn't waggle back. Oh well.
Last time I was down this way, I was doing my night rating, pretty much at the same time of day, funnily enough, although this time of course in daylight. The turning point at Newport was easily identified, and our new heading of 020 degrees would take us directly to Hereford. Now the murk was starting to look like gloom, and after having to divert round one cloud, decided that once we were past the ridge, we'd cut the corner off and start heading back.
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