COMBAT AND COMPETITION.pdf - Lakes Gliding Club
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN FRONTIERS OF WHAT?<br />
like the fires of hell. A single Vulcan sweeping upwards into a loop<br />
and rolling smoothly off the top - a Victor soon afterwards doing the<br />
same - to the sounds of applause. For a moment you sensed the<br />
atmosphere of a Roman holiday and then it was gone. Just the reaction<br />
of a knowledgeable audience, which had lunched well, proud of it's<br />
products and the way in which they were being shown off.<br />
With tea in the chalets came the Black Arrows. Twelve Hunters<br />
with a precision matching that of the Queen's Colour Squadron - the<br />
best drill unit of them all - filling the sky with their festoons of<br />
coloured smoke.<br />
Sometimes there was chance to go visiting. Particularly welcome if<br />
there was lunch date for Anne and myself with Sandy and Diana<br />
Powell at Lockheeds on the first public day. An event which came to<br />
an unhappy end when they made my old friend redundant. There were<br />
the chance encounters too, most frequently at Shell, where the chalet<br />
bulged with people and the noise was thunderous. It was there that 1<br />
last talked to Frank McKenna, long retired, looking in on the industry<br />
which had been his life.<br />
Another time it was Paddy Bartropp and Ben Gunn. A splendid,<br />
deadly combination! Paddy had left the RAF and started a new<br />
upmarket hire car service. Chauffeur driven Rolls Royces. A great<br />
success in the long run, but hard going at first, and he was looking for<br />
help. Sadly the whole thing was way out of Elliott's class. If any of my<br />
overseas visitors had arrived at Rochester in a hired Rolls, with Paddy<br />
at the helm, Jack would have had a fit and I would have been looking<br />
for help. In the early '80s, at an ETPS reunion, after his chauffeurs<br />
had all become franchised and self employed with their own cars,<br />
Paddy attempted to interest me in his Jet Ranger helicopter, on the<br />
same basis, for £100,000. He never stops trying!<br />
On Friday night the company always threw a cocktail party at some<br />
interesting spot, like Paul Getty's Sutton Place. Getting there was the<br />
problem. You set off, threading your way through the air display<br />
traffic, with some vital customer of the moment. An ideal captive<br />
audience, but you had to drive and navigate, and keep an ear open for<br />
the wives in the back of the car. Throw in the day's refreshments and<br />
you were an accident waiting to happen.<br />
Next day, before the great British public descended on<br />
Farnborough in it's thousands, the chalet was cool and peaceful. A<br />
time when Fred Haskett and I could relax, reviewing the day ahead,<br />
whilst Anne organised brandy and iced milk all round. Just the thing<br />
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