Pete Hartley: sometime dramaturg, perennial scribbler
Flying solo at seventeen. Just to instil confidence the station fire engine trundled up and parked alongside the runway. I radioed for permission, taxied onto the runway, opened up the throttle and released the breaks. That first solo on 29th August 1974 was the beginning of the end of a dream.
A romantic reunion at Caernarfon Airworld It was my first time. Just me and she. I was five days shy of my seventeenth birthday and it only lasted three minutes but she lifted me a thousand feet high then let me down very gently. Last week we met again. In 1973 she was to be … Continue reading Spoiler alert: contains glider components
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