So, the Maypole incident. Really
someone else should write this up as I am only going to be accused of a
cover up. But I am the self appointed editor and in the best tabloid
tradition I get to define the truth.
The plot was to journey down to Headcorn; followed by a short hop to
Maypole; then the long way round, via Southend, to Clacton. The cast
included me (Rob), the Colonel (Steve M), Steve R, Nic, Shane, Jane,
Jim and Nick. Apologies if I've left someone out, but my memory is not
that sharp.

Absolutely no idea why I have a picture of Delta
Hotel, it wasn't on the trip ...
I flew to Headcorn with Jane and Nic in the 172. Steve M probably flew
the Cherokee, with Jim and Shane on board, and we had at least one 152, so
that would be Nick flying with Steve R, I guess.
We got to Headcorn, and I joined the circuit, did the checks downwind,
turned and announced on the radio I was crosswind. 'You mean base' came
Nic's voice from the back seat. Ooops, mistake number one. However I got
us down safely.

The Cherokee arrives at Headcorn
Same seating and on to Maypole. I'm nervous. Maypole is a 'strip', you
need to keep west of centre line at all times, call Manston first, and
find it. I managed to call Manston and find Maypole. I'm inline for a
straight in approach, but I'm not sure I have enough time to lose enough
height without building up too much speed for the short runway. While I'm
deciding Jim's voice announces that the Cherokee is going straight in,
thus continuing the great tradition of Jim cutting me up on approach!
So, mind made up for me I execute a pretty wide circuit to avoid
various villages and give myself enough time to think about height, speed
and full flap. However, I lose sight of the target and end up with a
really short final from 1000ft and no flap deployed yet. Rats! Go around.
Missed approach number one.
Big wide circuit to give plenty of time to think. Meticulously go
through the checks and then the brain switches off. I'm ready to turn
final, but have no flap down. I try to rescue the situation, but end up
with too high an approach speed for my comfort and it's go around number
two!


Maypole: the runway is to the left of the nice
green bit; I finally touch down
Round again. This time get it right! Round the circuit and this
time power to the brain is maintained and I'm happy. "The runway is
to the left", Nic's voice again. I'm lined up on the grass field
adjacent to the runway (well it looked good!). A quick correction and at
last we're down. Not surprisingly everybody is waiting for me.


and it's worth showing a couple of more times!
Fizzy drinks and then off to Clacton. Change of planes and crews. Nic
checks the fuel content in the Cherokee and is alarmed to find barely more
than an hour and a half left. There should be far more if it was filled to
tabs on leaving Andrewsfield. A great debate follows and the conclusion
is: no leak, but that a mistake has been made. No fuel can be had at
Maypole at the moment, so options are discussed. Jim decides there is
enough to reach Clacton with a reasonable reserve, and so we all depart.


Around Clacton
This time I'm doing nav and radio for Steve R in the 152. We are
routing back to Southend and then out again to Clacton and have to get
across Southend's overhead. We get to Sheppey and I can't get a word in at
Southend. We pass Sheppey and are travelling up the Thames to Chatham and
Rochester and I still can't get a word in. If this goes on we'll be at
London City. At last I find a break, I think, and ask for information only
to be told "Don't interrupt!" by Southend's ATC, she is waiting
for a read back from Steve M. Mistake number three. We wait for real a
break and at last I manage to get in. "That's better!" I'm told,
thanks a lot. Can I cross the overhead? "If you have to!". Must
have missed that in CAP413.


Essex
We get to Clacton, Steve R has been before and executes a perfect
landing in accordance with Clacton's restrictions. More fizzy drinks and
back to Andrewsfield. Uneventful, but then I'm not flying, not navving
(which I did alright at!) and not on the radio, so nothing could go wrong
could it? Could it?


Colne Estuary
Well it didn't, but I had to stand a certain amount of jocularity back
at Andrewsfield. Confidence is restored though, when I manage to park the
car first time when I get home.

Some fields
[Text: Robert] [Photos: Steve M, Shane and Robert, not all pictures can
be blown up I'm afraid, it was early days in the Circus's photo
technology]