Aircraft Photography

Aircraft, Portfolios

A small collection of my aircraft photography. To see the full catalogue indexed by type 

The P51D Mustang

Aircraft, Articles
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 fast and agile North American P51 Mustangs that ranged over Europe the last two years of the second world war probably played as larger part in Germanys defeat as the Spitfire and Hurricane did in the Battle of Britain. The Mustang was the first single engined long range fighter able to escort US army air force bombers all the way to Berlin and back. The Luftwaffe fighter pilots could no longer wait for the American fighters to turn back before attacking the unescorted bombers.

Captioning Aircraft Photos

Aircraft, Articles, Writing and Photography, Writing Articles, Writing Captions
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.

The Mail Run

Fiction, My Writing

Short Story The Mail Run (Runner Up Let’s Talk Magazine Short Story Competition 2015)

North American B25N Mitchell PH-XXV/232511 from the Duke of Brabant Air Force (Royal Netherlands Air Force Historic Flight)

There is a muffled whirring sound like a bee stuck in a glass and the left hand propeller of the American Mitchell bomber jerks a quarter of a turn, stops, and then jerks another quarter. The bomber grunts like a prize fighter before bellowing into life. The pilot starts the second engine and the noise echoes across the Suffolk airfield scaring a flock of crows out of the nearby trees. Despite the warmth of the summer’s day Guy is wearing a thick wool lined leather flying jacket over his RAF blue and his hands are shaking. He settles his tall, thin frame down into the cramped space behind the pilots and carefully bends his artificial leg into the sitting position. He stows the briefcase of documents he has to deliver behind his seat.
‘Comfortable?’  The Captain asks, his Texan drawl sounding in Guy’s headset over the racket of the rapidly warming engines. He is a big solid man and an experienced pilot even though he is still only in his late twenties.
‘Welcome to American Army Airways,’ Al the co pilot cuts in. ‘Sorry there’s no tea.’
Al’s accent is softer; he is from Boston and has a thatch of straw like blonde hair and a wide grin that wins over the girls at all the dances.
Guy nervously holds up a thumb hoping Al does not notice the tremor in his hand.