Last Saturdays flight ( cut and paste from my FB status to share with you guys n gals)
woke up full of excitement!!!
it was the crack of dawn and the air was still,the ground was laiden with ice from the frosty -3 degree morning,and all the cars resembled igloo's frozen in the pack ice....the hangar doors were flung open revealling all that is the glory of my war horse(nieuport 11 c.1. )I tempted her out and began to swing her prop! hmm might be a tad cold? I start to swing harder and more furiosly,then like a crack of a whip she let out a roar and sat there pacing on the spot ready for action,I gave her one last look over then I mounted my trusty steed..We now molded into one following each others every move,I danced on the the rudder bar as she wiggled in an anticipation,we lined up ,opened up and with a buck she was in the air,the ice filled air burning my face and freezing the grin to a permanant fixture upon my face...I yanked her around and we headed across the western front dodging flak and scanning like a carnival clown for the infermous Fokker tripe... we were just about to cross the trenches(Peake oval) when I caught view of a flash followed by a strangling feeling? I griped the joystick between my legs and began a stuggle with the serpent upon its prey,(My scarf had unravelled and dangled 7 foot behind me in the wind strandlling me!)lol after a brief struggle I regained the upper hand and continued my mission,as predicted Pa was out of the trenches leading the front line in a galliant effort to combat the ice cold morning whilst giving me a huge wave,Although from my vantage point I saw him give me the wave of incoming fokkers .Im certain I seen him reference at least 6 and as I was on a lone dawn patrol I turned my trusty steed 180 , gave Pa a wing waggle and high tailed it back to the safety of french frontline aerodrome.. During the sramble home I encounted a fokker but managed to out run him plus the ground artillary forced him to retreat..I lined up the open field and pulled on the reins,She bucked and kicked but I kept her in line all the way to my most gentle 3 POINT EVER,,,WHAT!!!!!!!! Know one there to see that landing!!!!!! dang. well I de-saddled and brushed her down and was mighty chuffed at surviving another dawn patrol.....yep Im living the dream.