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Saturday, 26 September 2026

Today We Talk Of Night Flights And (Led) Zeppelin

Hmmm I Started Typing That 20 Minutes Ago

Then had to reboot my phone, as the battery had died, and wait for it to charge enough to download a picture I'd taken.  One more reason to have the Devil's Digital Devices.

     ANYWAY I would like to begin with Led Zeppelin.  Art!


     Allow me to quote a couple of lines of lyrics from the song above.

"Please, Mr. Fireman, won't you ring your bell?

Tell the people they got to fly away from here"

     Okay, now that's out of the way, we're very probably going to do the whole blog about Zeppelins and fire, based on a Youtube vlog I found called 'Battle Guide' and their vlog 'The First Pilot To Shoot Down A Zeppelin', as well as corroborating evidence from 'Hell's Angel's', 'Battle' and Bill Gunston's 'Nightfighters'.  Thank you to Edna for providing Thinking Time earlier this afternoon.  


     On the night of September 2nd 1916 the Teutons had sent 14 zeppelins over England, of 16 which had started out.  The one that concerns us today was Schütte-Lanz 11, which meant it had a frame made out of wood, not the usual metal, as wooden frames were considerably lighter and cheaper than metal ones, except wood burns and duralumin does not.  Art!


     The Teuton hope was that bombing attacks on England would panic the civilian population, bring down the government, cats and dogs living together, sue for peace, etcetera.  Art!

Reminds me of another nation attempting to terror-bomb another into surrender

     Here I would like to introduce a cover illustration.  Art!

"The baby-killers are coming!"

     Conrad originally thought that Pat Mills (the writer) was egging the pudding by calling the zeppelins by such a pejorative name.  I was wrong*.  Art!


     SL11 had a crew of 16, captained by Hauptman Schramm, mounted 4 Maybach engines and could manage 50 PROUD IMPERIAL MILES in good weather, and important proviso as the gasbags were vulnerable to head or side winds.  Defensive weaponry consisted of 6 machine guns.  The Teutons had learned the hard way that operating at low level meant the zeppelins were highly susceptible to small arms fire, so in raids over This Sceptred Isle they flew two miles high, or 10,560 PROUD IMPERIAL FEET.  Bombing from this height meant being wildly inaccurate and the inability to hit anything smaller than a town.

     BG also notes that lifting power on SL11 was provided by 1.3 million cubic feet of hydrogen, contained in 19 cells, a gas with splendid lifting capabilities but which is very, very flammable.  Why not use helium instead?  Because it may be inert but it is a lot less efficient that hydrogen, and it's a lot more expensive, and the technology to make it did not yet exist.  So there.  Art!


     Thus the Teuton side.  We now switch to the British.

     In order to counter the threat from hostile zeppelins, the Royal Naval Air Service had various squadrons of aircraft dotted around the countryside, since the Royal Flying Corps was 110% committed to the Western Front.  One of these was 19 Reserve Squadron at Sutton's Farm, where the British aviator Lieutenant W. Leefe-Robinson was based, flying a BE2c.  Art!


     This is a year earlier, where he flew in France as an observer.  The huge unwieldy device he's lugging is a camera of the time, for taking photographs of enemy positions.  Art!


     After training as a pilot, he took part in night patrols from Sutton's Farm in a BE2c as you see above.  These were not fun; it took the BE2c up to 45 minutes to reach it's maximum height of 10,000 feet, where he had to patrol for up to three hour, with an open cockpit, no heating and temperatures at zero degrees.  A wise pilot would take along a thermos flask of hot tea.

     ANYWAY by this time it was 01:10 on 3rd September.  Art!


     BG does a good job of illustrating the route SL11 took, en route to bomb London.  You can see the three airfields of 19 Reserve Squadron, each of which sent up a pilot to patrol a set route, as Leefy was doing.  None of them caught SL11 on it's route to London, and Schramm proceeded to drop ordnance on the capital, failing to hit anything military or strategic - the penalty of bombing from two miles up.

     HOWEVER - ah my favourite word again! - as Leefy was heading back to Sutton's Farm, he spotted a red glow in the distance, which was caused by the fires Schramm had started.  Ooops.

     Instead of landing, Leefy became curious and suspicious and headed towards the glow.  Art!


     Meanwhile, SL11 had been caught by searchlights and every anti-aircraft gun in range opened fire, hinting to Londoners that there were dark deeds afoot, bringing many of them outdoors to see what was going on.  Art!


     I include this picture to illustrate the scale difference between Leefy's BE2c and the SL11.  Yes yes yes it's a Camel not a BE2c but the proportions will be the same.

     Our Man Leefy, proving to have cojones the size of Kherson melons, flew through the British anti-aircraft barrage and proceeded to strafe SL11 starboard  from stern to bow, then on the port quarter from bow to stern, continually being jostled about by anti-aircraft fire.  Having shot off two drums of supposedly incendiary ammunition, he loaded a third and got within 500 feet of the gasbag and began brassing the lower stern.

     The 'supposedly' incendiary ammunition then became 'actual' incendiary ammunition and SL11 caught fire.

     Art!


     There is no film of this event, which is not surprising as it was all over in minutes and film cameras of the time were enormous box units that took an age to set up, so I'm going to use a few stills from 'Hell's Angels' instead.  Art!



     It's a very realistic scene, done with large-scale miniatures, an oxymoron if ever there was one, and vividly illustrates what the death-dive of SL11 would have looked like, just with no metal superstructure.  Art!


     Here is what is left of SL11 the next day.  The crew all perished, some choosing to jump rather than burn, as parachutes were a distant thought on the horizon.  A ghastly little detail that BG relates is the discovered corpse of a dead crew member who had jumped and landed upright, having his femurs (thigh bones) rammed into his collar bones.  

     Thanks to the preliminary anti-aircraft barrage, half of London saw SL11 go down in flames, and exceedingly happy they were about it, too, getting revenge on the reviled 'Baby killers'.

Art!


     Joe Colquohoun did several panels showing the zeppelin being shot down.  I've chosen this one since it's a cover illustration in bright colours.  Once again, zeppelins being shot down happened at night, but art needs must.  One thing I noticed here is that the Teuton crew are all being flung out of their airborne pyre, rather than jumping.  One suspects getting a cover illustration showing that would be hard to get past the editor of a comic aimed at young male readers.  Pat never mentions this in his Notes at the back of 'Charley's War' so I suspect he knew better than to even script any such.

     Late 1916 proved to be a bad year for zeppelins and Schutte Lanz; four more were shot down by the end of the year and such raids dropped off significantly in 1917.  They were verrrry expensive gasbags, after all.

    Art!


     Leefy got a well-deserved Vicky gong.


     Okay!  That's it for zeppelins, I promise.  Probably.


*  These raids took place at night, not in broad daylight, but you need artistic drama on a comic cover.

Thursday, 24 September 2026

Blinded By The Plight

No!  That Is Not A Typo

I have not mangled the title of Manfred Mann's big hit of the Seventies 'Blinded By The Light', but since I have mentioned it I can use the album cover it was on.  Art!


     Purely because I like that cover.

     ANYWAY I wanted to mop-up a few separate annotations I'd done from various news feeds, 'Jake Broe' and 'Professor Gerdes Explains' and unfortunately for you they all concern Mordorvia SIT BACK DOWN!

     So, Katherine Frich of 'Dagens' penned an item titled 'Putinpot Blinded By Lies As His Military Systematically Misinforms Him'.  The analogy she used was of corporate management imposing impossible targets on their workforce and thus being lied to about performance, an analogy that mirrors what's happening inside Ruffia.  Art!


     Ah yes, the non-existent Ruffian 'conquest' of Lyman, which Putinpot was bloviating about having captured two weeks ago, when in reality it's now well behind Ukrainian lines.  

     Here an aside.  The Kozaky in the map above seem to be across the Zherebets river, which formed the base of the ex-salient, meaning that the defensive line the orcs were counting on has collapsed.  Ooops.

     ANYWAY AGAIN the almost-certain suspicion is that Ruffian commanders are lying to Charlie Chipmunk Cheeks to conceal their glacial progress in Ukraine.  The Institute for the Study of War criticises what it calls the 'pervasive culture of lying within the Ruffian armed forces', which is a natural outcome of wanting to get medals and promotions instead of falling from a window.  Art!

Dimya looking a bit stressed

     You'd think he'd have a smidgeon of understanding about this, but no: he's probably aware that his generals and ministers are lying to him and chooses to believe that they're little white lies.  This is why he boasts about taking the entirety of the Donbas by 2027 - a directive he has applied to his generals for the 15th time recently.  You'd think he'd have a smidgeon - ah, whatever.

     Thus he thinks he can prevail, when in reality and August the land gained has been minimal and losses enormous - 42,000 in that month alone.  MI6 have estimated that the Ruffian death toll so far runs to 500,000, none of which matters one whit to Putler.  The spooks also estimate that, at current progress rates, the orcs won't conquer the Donbas until 2032, if Ruffia lasts that long.  Art!


     This is an old vlog from Jake, from 7/9/26, which I bring up here to show that the Ruffians crossed the splendidly ambitious target of 1.5 million orcs dead or injured - O no, wait, that's not a good thing, is it? - in September.  Jake mentions the refineries that the Kozaky had been hitting, and our old friend Ust-Luga is in there.  Art!

After the fire

     Here I'm going to jump forward to Jake's latest vlog, where he mentions Ust-Luga again.  This was in conjunction with the ongoing Ukrainian campaign against orc marine freight in the Sea of Azov and Black Sea.  This has entirely stopped the export of grain from southern Ruffia, which is now piling up in gigantic amounts in the southern ports, risking it going mouldy and rotten.  So, the orcs are now planning on sending it by road or rail to Ust-Luga in order to export from there.  As Jake pointed out, this is going to considerably increase the costs involved; there is so much bulk tonnage of grain that it is only efficient to transport it by ship.  You're talking about sending stuff on a 2,000 kilometre journey.  Ust is a bust.  O and Kazakhstan has banned Ruffian wheat imports, probably because it can and feels like poking the bear a bit.  Tee hee!  Art?


     The picture to port is from Jake's 7th September vlog and shows the quality of water supplied to citizens in 'liberated' Donetsk.  To starboard you have current water quality in Siberian Mordorvia itself.  Don't worry, the Chinese will improve potability when they take over.  Art!


     This unappealing bruiser is Maxim Kalashnikov, a prominent Z-patriot who is not remotely sympathetic to Ukraine.  He has, on the other hand, been making highly critical comments about the Ruffian way of waging war for months now, without any punishment.  In Conrad's opinion this implies he's being protected by some siloviki, who want to get their displeasure at the SMO expressed, without catching it in the neck.

     Maxim recounts a long screed of woes, being verrrrry negative, and bewails Putinpot's original justifications 'Who even remembers damn denazification and demilitarisation any more?'.  Put on your best SAD FACE, Max.  Tee hee!

     I think that's enough loose ends tied up.  Next!


Spiky On The Outside

Art!


     Punk icons Sid Vicious and Johnny Rotten, back in the day.

     Whilst on a Youtube channel about shooting down Zeppelins, I came across this fascinating Comment:

 @Snoozzzzzze

1 year ago

In the late 70s/80s my sister lived in housing association flats off Flask Walk in Hampstead. Her elderly neighbour, Mabel spoke of standing on the external stairs and watching the zeppelins bomb London. It was amazing to listen, it must have been beyond terror when they appeared over London. Mabel also spoke very highly of Sid Viscious and Johny Rotten as lovely lads who used to do shopping for her and carry it all up the stone stairs for her as they were neighbours. Genuine London memories.

     What an insight.  


More Of Dux

Yes, more planes and things associated with them.  Art!


     This is the Hawker Siddley Harrier, the land version of the Sea Harrier that we've seen already.  I managed to not get the nose in, which is the difference between the two models.  Art!


     The Harrier is one of the verrrry few foreign-made aircraft ever bought by the South Canadians, as they have their own enormous aircraft industry, but the Marine Corps saw what the Harrier could do, fell in love with it and had lots of them.

     If you lived in West Germany during the Cold War, you might also see Harriers operating off motorways, having been dispersed from their normal airfield.  Doing this was easy-peasy for Harriers*.  Art!


     A bit out of sequence but I hope you'll forgive me.  What you're looking at here is the bomb bay of the Vulcan.  Pretty obviously they never dropped any nuclear ordnance or I'd not be here to write these lines nor you to read them.  What they did drop were lots of iron bombs on the Argentinian garrison in the Falklands in the Black Buck raids, an experience they did not enjoy one bit.


Being A Bit Pseudy

I haven't put up anything to do with that Bookmark I inducted a while ago, so let's see what they recommend Your Humble Scribe ought to be buying NO NO NOT BUYING GETTING FROM A LIBRARY HONESTLY.  Art!


     We need a cover illo, Art!


     From the blurb, it seems that Ade's central concept was that Rome did, indeed, impose 'Pax'(Latin <hack spit> for 'Peace', for two whole centuries following the reign of Augustus, and that it was not completely expansionist.  Just most of the time.  Hmmm you know, this does look interesting <wallet squeaks in anguish>.  A more nuanced version of history rather than simply 'Empire Is Evil'.


Back To Brucie

Painter Pennington, again again.  We are getting through the slideshow put up by 'Sci-Fi Art' on Youtube, even if the whole thing is over 7 minutes long and each slide is only up for a few seconds.  Plus I skipped a few of the 'Dune' sequels.  Art!


     Very sombre, but not giving off the unclean vibes of that painting with the hooks.  Conrad notes that Ol' Brucie has gotten more of those - hills? mountains? buildings? - made out of coral in the background and the gas giant informs that no, Vulnavia, we are not on Earth any longer.


Finally -

O what fun, a batty Romanian lady on the line.  I have to say, Romanian sounds awfully similar to Italian.


*  The Sinisters had a VTOL jet that set fire to aircraft carrier decks and had only 30 minutes flight time.  Lightweights.

Wednesday, 23 September 2026

Were I To Say 'Camp'

You Ought Not To Be Thinking

"O Conrad is going to compliment Alan Carr".  Quite the opposite.  Carr Trouble is going to be one of the first into the uranium mines when I take over, alongside Russell Brand and Elong Tusk if he's still around.  

     ANYWAY I want to deliver Part Two of the Car Trouble saga, with No Chrysler 4 Me and his idiot older brother, Chad Wannabe.  Allow me to recarpitulate.  Ha!  Do you see wh O you do.  Art!


     We learned that CW absolutely could not stand to be upstaged by his younger brother and had HAD HAD to outdo him.  Hence the long, sorry saga of a worn-out Dodge Ram - see above - and then a decrepit camper van.  Hence today's title.

     Who gets to help renovate and refurbish the camper?  Why none other than NC4M, who had not yet learned to say 'No'.  He detailed the work required: half the rusted rotten floor needed replacing; rotten wood in the walls needed replacing; the roof needed resealing; a vent had to be put in and a lot of black mould bleached out.  Art!


     When engine troubles - which NC4M had warned long and loud about at the time of purchase - rendered the Ram immobile, CW thought it the world's best idea ever to tell - not ask - NC4M to give him his Toyota Tundra, so that he wouldn't have to drive the Ford minivan his ex had gifted him out of pity.  He viewed it as a 'chick car' and felt humiliated driving it, the poor man-baby.

     This idea got short shrift.  CW retorted that he might just steal the Toyota anyway, which is not the brightest idea in the world; warning the person you're going to steal from that you're going to steal from.  Art!

Toyota Tundra  = MAN TRUCK!

     His brother retorted that he had security cameras focussed on his truck and the cops would be called instanter if it went missing.  CW stormed out of the house in a rage and kicked his Ford's tyre so hard he fell on his behind, having to crawl into it. 
     CW went complaining to Mom and Dad; normally in these stories they side with the bottomhole offspring but in this case they told him to kick rocks and he wasn't getting any MAN TRUCK money out of them.

     We then get into the gritty details of engines.  CW wanted to do an 'LS Swap' with his Ram.  Translated into English, this means replacing the original engine with a GM LS Series V8 engine.  Art!

Truly an engine fit for a MAN TRUCK

     NC4M then indulged in a debate about the LS being a 'Small Block V8' versus the Ram's 5.7 Magnum engine being 'Big Block'.  

"A big block engine is a large, heavy-duty V8 internal combustion engine with wide cylinder spacing and high displacement, built to produce massive low-end torque"

     So now we know.  So, too, did CW, whom also knew of a LSV8 in a junkyard that he could swap into his Ram.  The whole package consisted of the engine, a transmission and a cooling system, altogether (with labour* costs) totalling $3,000, which was $2,995 more than broke-bottom CW had to his name.  Art!

     That's the transmission again, looking once more like the engine bell of the 'Rocinante'.  I shall gloss over the long saga of CW trying to raise money, except that NC4M pulled out a sheaf of signed receipts for when he'd lent money that was verrrry grudgingly paid back.  In fact there was a total of $400 still outstanding.
     To cut a long story - we are 13 minutes into the story here - short, it took CW so long to raise the cash that the LS V8 was sold before he could acquire it.

      Of course - obviously! - he blamed NC4M for everything, but finally accepted that the Ram was toast and sold it for $1,500.  Being the man-baby he was, he then spent his days sulking, pouting and crying in his camper van.  

      His next brilliant plan was to -

      Convert his Ford minivan into a truck.  A MAN TRUCK!

      I need to do more annotation about the latest part of this saga, because there's another 13 minutes to go.  Before Part 2.



Duxford Redux

SIT BACK DOWN!  Do not fear, I shall not be going overboard with another 1,500 words and 35 photographs, this is an Item not the whole blog or even an Intro.  Art!


     Another recap, the Tornado we ended with yesteryon.  The viewing platform enabled one to see into the cockpit, which is shown below.  


     Very cramped.  Also, full of electro-mechanical gadgetry, whereas nowadays it's all digital.  Your Humble Scribe would not be able to fit in there, either as regards height or girth.  Art!


     Meet the English Electric Lightning.  It's basically two whacking big engines with a cockpit strapped on, able to easily hit Mach 2.  Note the missile slung under the wing, because the Lightning's job was to intercept Soviet bombers in short order and turn them into aluminium filings.  I've seen one in low-level flight over Freckleton Marshes, then it angled upwards and turned on the afterburners and it was gone from sight in about three seconds.  Note the unusual wing shape, and how thin they are.  So thin that external fuel tanks were mounted on top of them, since there was no internal wing space for fuel storage.


A Blast From The Past

From my initial year at Sainsbo's in fact, which was <shudders in horror> eight years ago now.  How time accelerates to a significant fraction of c.  Art!


     My old boss's boss, Gary, and an absolute delight to work for.  He had a side gig in doing voice-overs, so moving into radio seems perfectly logical.  You know all those terrible stories of South Canadian manglement I often post?  The opposite of Gary.  The senior management above him begged him to stay on an extra year so they could look for someone able to fill his shoes.  Well done, sir!


Egging The Pudding

By which I mean that 'How To Not Die' website and their 'What Zombie Movies Get Wrong About Survival' and the last iteration of same: Neglecting Minor Medical Injuries.  Art!


     They blithely state 'An untreated wound becomes infected within 24 - 48 hours'.  NOT ALL THE TIME!  HTND automatically assumes that 100% of all wounds are infected all in the worst way.  How did we children of the Sixties manage to survive?  They go on about tetanus, UTIs, and bloviate about how blisters can kill you deader than dead.  Drama queens.  Then they state that all antibiotics will have run out within 12 months, BUT don't mention anything about naturally-occurring substitutes.  Also, Conrad did the maths on this: drugs for half the South Canadian population of 150 million in stock for a year, means that 15 million survivors now have 10 years-worth of drugs.  Art!


     There are also millions of these.  Lifesavers!


Back To Brucie

Bruce Pennington, that is, and another screenshot of his artwork, cribbed from 'Sci-Fi Artwork's Youtube channel.  Art!


     Reallllly sinister.  Conrad is unsure exactly where those hooks are dangling from but they give the impression that you're in somewhere rather close Hades-like.  The red palette Ol' Brucie uses doesn't make it look inviting, either.  Nor does his depiction of a volcano, which is a bit of a go-to for artists wanting to depict Hell.  Plus the bones.  And the river of blood.  

     Is it for a book or magazine cover?  Let me dig.

     Nope.  Nothing comes up in searching.  Perhaps Ol' Brucie was simply feeling a bit liverish that day.


Finally -

We have avoided mentioning Mordorvia so far, and that's the only time it will crop up, so it's time to do a bit of gentle shoeing.  Art!


     Ooooh dear, poor old Donold, he looks as if he's lost the will to live.




*  NOTE CORRECT SPELLING

Tuesday, 22 September 2026

Wings And Things

I Can Only Hope You're DESPERATE To Learn About Airpower

Because that's what this blog is going to be about, along with various tanks and other kit.  For Lo! we are on about the Imperial War Museum at RAF Duxford, and the contents thereof.  They had a fair few armoured vehicles as well, that were moved there from the London museum as 'overflow'.  The whole site is vast, meaning we did a lot of walking.  Fortunately the weather was brilliant, just like high summer.  Art!

Proof!

      Just a note about the photos: the exterior ones were taken with my digital camera, the interior ones on my phone camera, as the daylight was so bright I couldn't see the phone display.  Great problem to have!  Art?


     The map shows how massive the site is.  Weary-footed were we at end of day, also grateful for Mister Sun.  Art!


     A peek into the Conservation Hall, with a Hanomag halftrack mounting an AA gun on the back.  


     Sal wondered why those planes had their wings folded up, so Dad explained that they would have been serving on an aircraft carrier, where space is at a premium, so the wings were hinged to fold upwards.  Cue short discussion about having them fold up mid-flight.  Art!


     The Polaris SLBM (Submarine Launched Ballistic Missile) that I displayed yesteryon.  Sal, absently, wondered how it would be re-used after launching.  I explained that it only gets to be used once, and makes a very loud noise that nobody nearby will get to hear.  Art!


     The RE8, the other end of the air technology spectrum.  Made of a wooden frame covered with fabric, strung with wires under tension, and with a bracing open cockpit and observers position.  It looked quite shoddy, which you might expect of an artefact over 100 years old.  The aircraft was an observation plane, intended to do spotting for artillery batteries far in the rear, vital but deadly dull work.  The observer also had a machine gun, Hun deterrence for the use of.  Art!

The RE8s tail, a thing of beauty in it's own right

        There's a War Department Army Service Corps truck in the middle ground, and in front of it - Art! 


     This is a mobile mechanics' workshop trailer of the ASC, intended to be towed around behind the front lines in France and Flanders to wherever 'twas needed.  It definitely doesn't have wings, so it may be one of the large objects moved from London.  Art!


     Here we meet another First Unpleasantness biplane, the BE2.  This was another reconnaissance plane, doing spotting and photography, plus a little bombing to add a nice frisson, tootling along at a maximum speed of <gasp!> 70 PROUD IMPERIAL MILES PER HOUR.  It took almost half an hour to reach 10,000 feet.   We'll come back to that benchmark metric.  Art!

See Harrier

     The Sea Harrier, the Flying Fiend of the Falklands.  Much smaller than Col expected, because it's indeed a dainty little lady.  Apparently if engaged in a dogfight other pilots found it hard to identify if it was coming or going.  The Harrier pilots had a horrid trick up their sleeve call 'Vector In Flight' or 'Viffing', if an Argentinian plane got on their tail, they would rotate their jet through 90º to the downward position.  This caused the Harrier to leap upwards, meaning the following aircraft to lose any kind of lock they had, and to move into where the Harrier had been.  Meanwhile the Harrier resumed normal flight - now being behind the enemy plane.  Art!





     A couple of shots of the Short (!) Sunderland flying boat, which gobsmacked Col in terms of sheer size and bemused Jul, who had never encountered such an avian species as this one.  Having it sit in the water to take off and land meant no protrusions on the underside, and it has a nice clean streamlined hull.  The large gap in the fuselage under the wing was where bomb or depth charges would be cranked outside to be dropped.  Art!


     The Sunderland from the front, with puny humans for scale.  Art!


      What on earth is this?  No plaque or blurb about it, so Conrad took a photo, guessing it was a Leigh Light.  Art!


     Surprise surprise, it was a Leigh Light.  Not sure how it was attached to the Sunderland, but the general arrangement was that it hung under one wing.  The aircraft mounting it would then dispel black night o'er the ocean an acre at a time, revealing any surfaced U-boats.  The U-boat crews loathed the LL as it was so effective, yah book sucks Herr Schickelgruber.

     The Shorty you see before you was also used by the M8s as a nightclub and bar post-war.  Good luck fitting more than a dozen guests in there at any one time.  Art!


     An assemblage of ordnance, irritatingly not labelled or plaqued.  I can tell that one at the rear is an anti-tank missile, cannot remember the name.  No idea what the whopper at the front is, but I think your best bet is to not be around when it goes off.  The drum magazines on the anti-aircraft machine gun mounting threw me and I thought they were Vickers 'K' guns; but no, they're Bren guns sporting the 100-round drum magazine rather than their normal curved 30-round jobs.  Two guns firing at once would put about 1,000 fast metal pieces in the air per minute.  Art!


     The tail guns of the Sunderland poking into shot.  What we're mostly looking at here is one of the British 'V' bomber force, the Vulcan.  We'll get to the Victor and the Valiant later on.  All 3 were intended to deliver Buckets Of Instant Sunshine to Moscow if the Cold War went pear-shaped.  The Vulcan, handily, has a gaggle of puny humans standing around to demonstrate how massive it is.  As seen in 'Thunderball'.  There is one still flying at air shows, which has to be careful flying over car parks as it's so loud it sets all the alarms off.  Art!


     Once more no wings.  Here we have a Daimler armoured car of the Desert Rats, discernible as such by the jerboa emblem on the bumper.  Sal thought the other was a vulture and she may well be right.  The driver's hatch is raised because they're not expecting trouble; if they were anticipating a hot time ahead the armoured flap would lowered and the driver has then to squint through a gap only slightly bigger than a postage stamp.  The function of an armoured car was to carry out what cavalry used to do in times of old:  screen their own forces and find out what the opposition is doing.  Conrad is fairly certain this vehicle was on  display in London.  Art!


     The Panavia Multi-Role Combat Aircraft, better known as the Tornado.  Conrad remembers having an Airfix kit of it in the early Seventies, before it actually came into service, and here it is gathering dust in a hanger as an exhibit since being retired in 2019.  Possibly most renowned for involvement in 'Operation Telic' where they used Storm Shadows for the first time.  

     Or - was that model kit a Jaguar?  Curse you old age and gin!


     I think that's enough of RAF Duxford for one day.  More to come in future - LOTS more!  I bet you can hardly wait.