Mind the Biggles

When I was about 4, the first aeroplane whose name I learned from my father was the de Havilland Tiger Moth. I used to watch the little silver biplanes doing lazy aerobatics above me over the Surrey hills on which we lived. Yesterday I actually had the opportunity to fly in a vintage 1943 Moth, thanks to a belated birthday present.

I have to say the Tiger Moth is what flying is all about, if you don’t happen to be an eagle. Or a moth, I suppose. Being in an open cockpit with the wind whistling through the wires and past ones ears has a lot more to do with the flying of ones dreams than the nightmare of commercial flights has. It even seemed less turbulent, somehow – even when taking off and landing on a grass airstrip. The foolish pilot allowed me to take the controls for a bit, and I managed to steer on to a new course without stalling the thing. I didn’t have the faintest idea where we were, though.

Here’s me returning from my Great War sortie imagining we were paint-balling the inhabitants of Barnstaple (that was the pilot’s fantasy, not mine!)

Biggles lands the Tiger Moth

The best bit – as we got over the airfield, we looped the loop, reliving my childhood longings without my even being sick or falling out. Here’s me upside down:

Here we go loop de loop

That was only the start of a very full day – in the evening my band played at a Royal Jubilee Ball (a long way from anyone royal, unfortunately), so I didn’t get much sleep.

And this morning in church someone  collapsed with a possible cardiac condition, so I had to pretend to be a doctor again. Perhaps it’s going to be an interesting week.

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About Jon Garvey

Training in medicine (which was my career), social psychology and theology. Interests in most things, but especially the science-faith interface. The rest of my time, though, is spent writing, playing and recording music.
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