A Hawker Hurricane and a Pilgrimage.
A Hawker Hurricane and a Pilgrimage. There’s a place north of London that is special to me for many reasons. I first visited there decades ago but have returned time and again. It was the airfield where I launched my first book, “Down to Earth”, …
Fate is the Hunter.
Fate is the Hunter. In the classic aviation book, “Fate is the Hunter” by Ernest Gann, Gann says we must believe in our own personal fortune and destiny in order to have any chance of survival. Fate itself is indeed the hunter and when …
415 days.
415 Days.. It had been 415 days since I last strapped into the flight deck and it is difficult to put the emotions of my return into words – but I will try. The pandemic saw me grounded for even longer and yet that seemed …
A Stable Approach.
A Stable Approach. Any absence from the cockpit comes with not only the need to refamiliarise oneself with the world of flight but to recover any lost ground due to the passage of time. Retraining in simulators and the aircraft, passing flight checks to revalidate …
A Privilege.
A Privilege. I have written books in the past but when I was approached by the Air Force to write about RAAF operations in the Korean War, it was an absolute privilege. My involvement with the subject dates back to my childhood when veterans of …
One Year On.
One Year On. It’s both difficult to believe and somewhat unpleasant to recall that one year ago I was on the operating table undergoing major surgery. Now I am back training to fly once again. As I reflect upon the past 12 months, I prefer …
Treasured Memories in our Midst.
Treasured Memories in our Midst. The airfield has all but gone to bed. The drone of a lone aircraft flying circuits by night comes and goes, occasionally interrupting its own rhythm with a loud surge of power as it seeks to become airborne once again. …
Lest We Forget.
Lest We Forget. Another Remembrance Day has passed and another set of memories has been stirred. Memories of lined, leathery faces, now gone, who had entered the fray as young men and lived to return. My father’s brothers-in-arms. Their faded tales emerge from the mist …
Road to Nowhere.
“I’m on a road to nowhere” was a line famously made famous by Talking Heads in 1985. Eight years later, I felt that I was on a road to nowhere as I sat in a small clearing on the Great Dividing Range, south of Katoomba. …
One Year On.
At the time that I last parked the brakes on my Boeing 737, there were two things to which I was oblivious. Firstly, that it was the last time that I’d park the brakes. And secondly, it was Halloween. In retrospect, the time of …
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