A New Book
Someone in my family bought me an early Christmas present. It is the story of the airfield where I learnt to fly and where I first instructed.
There’s a ‘poem’ on page 77 telling the tale of a young pilot and a new aeroplane. Unfortunately the plane was called a Condor and so, Keith and the Condor was inevitably the title.
Whilst I had many uncomfortable flights in the awful thing I have to deny ever tipping it up on its nose!
Interestingly though the verse was written by my then, boss. He was a very experienced pilot who had experienced 22 engine failures and two mid air collisions. He was one of the first RFC pilots to see action in the First War.