Logbook: A disparate group of RAF Spitfire pilots roaming the skies of Somerset and Wiltshire playing croquet, drinking Pimms, raising money (RAFBF), raising laughter and raising HELL! Don't approach them, but if you have to communicate with them, just say 'Fancy some tea and tiffin!' and they will be, literally eating out of your hands, saying 'Tally Ho!'.. Keep watching the skies, catch them at Frome Carnival, Frome Indie Market, Lacock at War..
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Tuesday 14 July 2015
RAF Charmy Down, off the A46, near Bath, used as an airfield for Hurricanes
Walking across the deserted airfield you can feel & imagine the planes taking off & landing from bombing missions in WW2. Some didn't come back but the sense of relief for those that did. The celebrations in the mess afterwards. The activity in the control tower now abandoned but still standing as a testament to past glories, sadness & loss. Getting near the old mess building I thought I could hear laughter & song, looking through the window the only life in there was a mouse scampering across the floor. The sound of aircraft & gunfire filled the air but looking up the only thing in the sky were crows cawing away. Looking over at the old aircraft hanger I thought I saw a figure dressed in WW2 flying gear disappear into the building. My imagination or were the ghosts of the past reminding me that we're not alone on this plane of existence. written by Andrew Williams on the 28/10/17/ based on my visit there in 1993.
Walking across the deserted airfield you can feel & imagine the planes taking off & landing from bombing missions in WW2. Some didn't come back but the sense of relief for those that did. The celebrations in the mess afterwards. The activity in the control tower now abandoned but still standing as a testament to past glories, sadness & loss. Getting near the old mess building I thought I could hear laughter & song, looking through the window the only life in there was a mouse scampering across the floor. The sound of aircraft & gunfire filled the air but looking up the only thing in the sky were crows cawing away. Looking over at the old aircraft hanger I thought I saw a figure dressed in WW2 flying gear disappear into the building. My imagination or were the ghosts of the past reminding me that we're not alone on this plane of existence. written by Andrew Williams on the 28/10/17/ based on my visit there in 1993.
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