The P51D Mustang

Old Flying Machine Company’s P51D Ferocious Frankie in the colours of the 374th Fighter Sqn, 361st Fighter Group Civil Reg G-BTCD

P51 Mustang – Brief History

The P51 Mustang was the first single engined long range fighter able to escort USAAF bombers all the way to Berlin and back. The first version was designed and built for the RAF in 120 days in 1940 but was not an instant success. Fitted with an Alison engine it was faster and more manoeuvrable than any other US fighter at low altitude. Unfortunately the power of the Allison engine decreased at higher altitudes leaving the Mustang under powered. To exploit their low-level performance Mk1 Mustangs were initially successfully used by the RAF and later the USAAF in tactical reconnaissance and ground attack roles Continue reading

Captioning Aircraft Photos

Nigel Wilson and his Yak 52 G-BXJB at Old Buckenham

Captioning aircraft photos can be a bit daunting especially if you are not an aircraft nut and barely know the difference between a Boeing and a Bolkow. Continue reading

Musa Calil (Dzhalil) Tatar Poet

I took this photograph of The statue of Musa Cälil, Tartar poet and resistance fighter, which stands outside the Kremlin in Kazan. There is an honour guard standing in front of the statue in the run up to Victory day (9th May  2017). Having never heard of  Musa Calil  I decided to do a little research.

Musa Calil (1906-1944)

(Also transliterated as Musa Dzhalil)

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Qolsharif Mosque Kazan

Qolsharif Mosque Kazan
Qolsharif Mosque Kazan

Kazan is the capital of the semi autonomous republic of Tatarstan in the Russian Federation.The Qolsarif  Mosque is a relatively new addition to the Kremlin in the city. The mosque, one of the largest in Russia was completed in 2005 on the site of the original which was destroyed when Ivan the terrible conquered Kazan in the 16th century. It is named after Qol Sharif a religious leader, diplomat and poet who died defending Kazan from the Russian forces in 1552.

Sources. The Opening of Kazan Mosque in 2005

BBC News 2005

Kazan Tatarstan

 

If you ask the average English speaking person to name a city where Asia  meets Europe they will probably say Istanbul – if you mention Kazan the response is often, where? Standing on the banks of the Volga and astride the Kazanka rivers the thousand year old city of Kazan in Tatarstan was founded on the a junction of the northern silk road. Kazan is still a vibrant example of eastern and western cultures meeting and mixing in harmony; even the name means cooking pot or cauldron in the native Tatar language. Continue reading

Longing For a Full Colour Life

Longing For a Full Colour Life

She stands alone before sink and bowl
And feels the ache within her soul
The hand that once caressed her there
Rests on the arm of favourite chair

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Diary – Reading A Hero of Our Time

Suffering a brain haemorrhage and a head injury that leaves you with double vison and the inability to concentrate on the written word, all be it temporarily, is probably the worse things that can happen to a writer and photographer. Let’s face it here is only so much Bargain Hunt and Antiques Road Trip that one person can stand in a month.
Recovery is slow and the continuing double vision has rather stymied the photography but now the brain can handle longer sentences I am back reading again. I have recently completed the advanced creative writing module of an open university course and my final assignment was to complete the first 4000 words of a novel. During the assignment my tutor suggested that I read the first 4000 words or 20 novels; a task that slowed down the writing but hopefully improved the standard.
Occasionally I meet writers who claim not to be readers but having the completed two creative writing modules and read or spoken to a lot of writers the most common piece of advice is to read. Not just your favourite genre but everything – good and bad. Continue reading

White Goods

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Oh my stomach’s churning.
Rather full you see.
In fact stuffed.
Gurgle, glug, hiss.
It makes the most embarrassing sounds.

It’s her fault of course.
Fed me too much again.
All sorts. Just mixed together.
No respect for my system.
Round and round it goes like a wad of wet clothes.

She laughs
and presses herself against me
as I vibrate
across the kitchen.
Trying to shake things loose.

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Five a Day

Apple & Peach
Apple and Peach

I woke up this morning
and thought the sun was a lemon.
Well maybe a grapefruit as lemons are
well – lemon shaped.

My blackberry was on orange
and sat plum in the middle of the table.
I must get an Apple I thought
I’m not getting my five a day.

I walked through the car park.
A pot of cream in my hand.
and found a pear
sitting beneath an oak tree.