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Compton Abbas

21st June 2009

The intrepid circus flyers decided to visit Compton Abbas on Sunday 21st June 2009 as there was an air race going on, run by the Royal Aero Club. Three aircraft went together with eight pilots/passengers.

The list was

bulletthe two Charlie’s Cessna 172 G-RJCC with Bob, Steve and Joanne
bulletThe lunatic Piper Lance G-LUNA with Richard and Nick
bulletAnd the ‘Missus’ Cessna 172 G-SMRS with Mike, Shane and Vic

The North Weald contingent consisting of the Lunatic and Two Charlie’s took the easy way round the north M25 and straight to Compton, but the ‘Missus’, leaving from Andrewsfield, had a secret weapon on board in the form of Vic the London City Airport ginger beer (engineer) who arranged for us to do a SVFR flight via east London, Stratford, the Dome and Greenwich Park.

As we approached the south end of the M11, Vic called up Thames Radar and asked for permission to transit. As London City was not open until 13.00 that day, we were waved through. Passing the Olympic construction site, I could see where I have been working for the past eight months. It looked a total mess, but then it would, if I had anything to do with it!


The Olympic Mess. Canary Wharf.

Then we passed Canary Wharf, Isle of Dogs, over the Thames to Greenwich, with me as P1 and constantly looking out to see where I could put the ‘Missus’ down if we had an engine failure. The better places seemed to be the large areas of trees dotted around. I could just plonk it down in those and we could climb down the trunks! Recovery may be a problem if the locals had not devoured the airframe, like Piranha fish. It turned out to be 15 minutes of sheer exhilaration with Vic and Shane snapping pictures and me worrying.


The Dome. Landing places??.

The route south of London was uneventful but was very calm and serene with good views of Salisbury and the military bases.

Approaching Compton, we were surprised by the arrival instructions from the radio controller. “Runway is zero eight left hand circuit, caution, you will have a tailwind on approach” Now Compton has a marked downhill slope on its runway going east and we thought that it was strange they had not changed the runway direction. Anyway, as we are always up for a challenge we called downwind, then final and then the controller says –“Golf Romeo Sierra, I know you’re on final but can you change direction and land on runway two six?”


Salisbury Cathedral. Downwind, or is it upwind?.

My GPS plot shows a nice downwind leg, good base and part of a final, then it goes circling around to the right, a reverse base, a reverse downwind and then a final from the other end. The circuit took longer than the flight from Andrewsfield!

By the time we were down and after filling up with fuel (couldn’t have full tanks taking off from Andrewsfield because of the weight of my two passengers and all the luggage they brought with them) parking and then walking back to the club house, the other two crews has eaten. No food left then! However, I was in luck and I had a small prawn roll as shown in the photo.


All the food's gone then?. A small prawn roll.

The air racing was worth looking at and we all decided that it was not something any of the Circus members would want to do as it took skill and determination. The aircraft took off at handicap intervals and as soon as they cleared the end of the runway, they did a tight left turn and disappeared behind the trees. After a number of circuits of the racecourse, it was satisfying to see a Cessna 172 winning. No - the winner did not have the weight of passengers that the ‘Missus’ had to carry to Compton!


Finals. Two hearts beating as one.

After the racing was over, we headed back to Essex via the south coast with the ‘Missus’ as usual, first in the air and last back to base.


The lunatic starts her engine. Bob checks for stowaways as Joanne looks concerned.

As the ‘Missus’ headed south east and changed to each frequency, a few minutes later we heard the Two Charlies call up the same station. The difference in time span got closer until past Shoreham, she came in for an attack!


Rat-a-tat-tat

As usual the faster plane wins the day and she passed us never to be seen again.

Our sedate progress in the old ‘Missus’ was helped by a few GPS’s (what is the collective name for a lot of GPS’s?) ----- (A Concern of GPS’s?)


An Etrex, a Garmin and a Fly Angel GPS, plus one in the back

Unbelievably, we actually made it back to Andrewsfield in clear conditions despite the four GPS’s, three charts, compass, DI, radar control and three qualified pilots!!

[Text: Mike] [Photos: Mike & Vic, click here for more]

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