DUX UNLIMITED
Several months ago, there was to be a foreign exchange of sorts at Vintage Wings of Canada. Howard and Peta Cook would come to Ottawa to fly and share the fun of the Classic Air Rallye with fellow Vintage Wingers. They would then depart for Suffolk, there to await the arrival of myself and my sweetheart Susan. We were to be hosted by them at the annual Duxford Air Show. Alas, Howard's immediate future would change drastically following his accident in the Tiger Moth prior to the Air Rallye. With serious injuries and a long recovery road ahead (which for some time being has detoured sharply away from Duxford - he has now returned to his home in Bury St. Edmunds, Suffolk), Howard would stay in Ottawa with Peta staying at our house.
Encouraged by both the Cooks and Mike Potter, we did not postpone our journey to the centre of the known vintage aviation universe. And I am glad beyond measure that we stayed the course and found ourselves in the warm embrace of Howard and Peta's "other" family.
On Saturday morning, we breakfasted on tea, toast and Seville marmalade at a grand country inn in Newmarket, Suffolk. Newmarket is to equinephiles what Duxford is to the aviation addict. Outside our window stood a line of stable windows with dark Arabians snuffling at the early autumn breeze and beyond their aristocratic mein stood circular tin-roofed exercise barns. Our early morning constitutional required us to not only dodge the mirrored chaos of left-handed traffic, but twenty-horse caravans of shiny thoroughbred flat racers being exercised on the high street by an army of tiny people in riding tuck. Ah... England. Beautiful beyond words, steeped in a brew of history and determination, ordered and constantly calm despite the spin of the roundabout and the hooligan boys at the pubs.
Our driver left us at the brown brick gatehouse of former RAF Duxford, now the site of the Imperial War Museum and a cadre of vintage warbird restorers and operators. For me, it was as though he had dropped us off in September of 1940. The red brick guard houses stood to the left and the right and before me, the dark rising wall of a First World War hangar... the still intact flight line of a former RAF fighter station. Duxford, once the site of the RAF's No.2 Flying Training School, became a fighter base in the early '20s, remaining that way until the 1960s - from the Avro 504 to the Gloster Javelin - from linen-covered, sputtering biplanes to the dark sinister blade of cold war paranoia.
Today would be my introduction to the world of Duxford and the finest vintage aircraft collectors, restorers and operators anywhere. Sent on a mission to seek out new ideas and explore possibilities, I was shaking with excitement. On any normal day, as I drive the last couple of kilometers to our own hangar in Gatineau, my nervous energy increases and my foot presses deeper on the accelerator, so one can only imagine my excitement at being so close to the motherload. Susan had to tell me to calm down on more than one occasion.
It was 9:30 AM and the gates had just opened, but already the crowds were so dense, it felt like we were filing out of church on a Sunday morning. Walking the flightline, hangars were banked on the left, while displays and swag merchants lined the right. It was a midway of sorts - high tech omni-max flight simulators, sweets merchants, militaria-mongers, art shops specializing in aircraft prints signed by the stars (Johnnie Johnson, Sailor Malan, Adolph Galland), toys, collector swag and charitable foundations.
The first thing you notice when at Duxford is the time allotted to just plain browsing and doddling. The air was excited but relaxed at the same time. There was plenty of time between the 9 AM opening and the 2 PM flying display - and people were making the best of it. At either end of the main hangar line stand two great museum halls belonging to the Imperial War Museum (love that name ... it sounds so grand and since it doesn't say which empire, it implies that there is no other). At one end is the sweeping arched cathedral of the American Air Museum, while the throngs are bookended at the other end by the Land Warfare Hall and the IWM AirSpace hall. In between are a collection of 4 First World War hangars housing a wide range of warbird restoration and operation activity. It blew my mind. The 2 o'clock start to the flying was upon us before I managed to get through half of it.
When the show started, I settled into a comfortable seat at a table with members of the Historic Aircraft Collection extended family with a plate of food and some wine and watched one of the finest flying shows anywhere. I thought there was nothing that could top this until I went to Old Worden's Shuttleworth Collection the following day, but that is another story.
Enough words. Let's let the photos do the talking. Having only a small pocket camera, my aircraft photography left much to be desired. Through Flickr, the web's premier photo sharing site, I contacted two Aviation Photographers who were there on the same day I was at Duxford. Both Andy Scrutton and Aaron Scott provided me with excellent images from that day to help tell the story. Let's get to it.