It was a work trip to Duxford that sparked me starting models again.
We were touring a national hairdressing fashion show, Duxford was the “Eastern Regional Final”. The tourbus arrived sometime in the night with us all in our bunks/coffins.
Anyway – the nest morning we staggered out after our regulation 4hr broken doze into a bright spring morning. We’re 10 days in and feeling pretty rough – the light HURTS. We were parked up next to the runway, but facing towards the hangar. We’re all brushing teeth, drinking coffee, wedging feet into boots, all whilst staying in the shadow of the bus. The light still HURTS.
Then
WEEEEEEEEEEE.
THUD
THUD
THUD-THUD-THUD
THUNKATHUNKATHUNKACLATTERPOP BRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA
We all stagger round the bus and discover we’re parked up maybe 20feet from a twin seat Spitfire that’s just coughed its guts into life. We’re gobsmacked – its almost alien, its so unexpected. It sits there warming up for a couple of minutes, then the pilot revs it up and does a power test. Thunderous. Stunning. What a way to wake up!
Later in the day I popped out from the event space in the big hangar for a cuppa and someone is practicing aerobatics in a Hurricane directly overhead. The shape of the hangar facade seemed to amplify and focus the noise. Proper special!
(as for the rest of Duxford – a lot of it is a little bit sad – lots of dusty, dead, planes. The American gallery is quite cool – the only place you’ll see an SR71 outside of America, and also to appreciate just How Damn Big a B52 is, but the best part is the workshops with the on going restoration and maintenance of still alive and flying aircraft)