The route into Lymington from the Solent involves a relatively narrow channel. Alongside the deeper water are mooring points for the local boats. As we headed back in after our day over on the Island, I was quite taken by the organised lines of boats. They seemed so perfect in what would normally be a relatively random looking scenario. Here is how they looked from up on the deck of the ferry.
While the Merlins departed for base after the arrival of HMS Prince of Wales, the Wildcat wasn’t going anywhere. I suspect that they had a film unit on board that was recording the arrival of the carrier strike group, so they were getting aerial shots from different angles. A number of times they flew out of the harbour and then turned to run back in. It is possible that this was necessary for a shot that they were trying to get but my suspicion is that the parents of the pilot were in the crowd and a few flybys were for their benefit instead. Who knows???
When I first learned to fly in the late 80s, I was quite fascinated by Socata aircraft. The Trinidad and the Tobago were something modern in the light aircraft space which was still dominated by some older designs that felt very dated. These looked really sleek and modern at the time and, at least in my eyes, still do. However, there was a more unusual type in their stable and that was the Rallye. It was a dumpier looking airframe with a rugged looking gear. However, the thing that really stuck out was that it had slats.
These were not manually controlled but popped out when they were needed. This resulted in good controllability at low speeds. This was ably demonstrated one afternoon while I was in the flying club at Sandown Airfield on the Isle of Wight. I was chatting with one of the instructors when a Rallye came in to land. It was a bit high and was getting slower and slower. We watched with our eyes wide as it looked like we were about to witness a stall accident. We were both shouting at them to go around. However, that slatted wing kept on working and they miraculously landed without incident. Maybe they knew exactly what it could do but it really did seem like disaster was imminent.
That is a long tangent to have gone on to get to the point that, having not seen a Rallye for a long time, one came into Solent Airport while I was there. It looked in great shape as it taxied in and the couple in it cranked back the bubble canopy as they parked up. Sure, it still looks a bit chunky but now I am not comparing it unfavourably with its younger siblings and instead appreciating it for what it is – another example of cool French engineering.
Winchester has a large bonfire and firework display scheduled for the beginning of November. It is on the Saturday rather than the 5th specifically. It all kicks off with a parade through the town to the park where the bonfire and fireworks are. Everyone is welcome to buy a small torch to light and carry as part of the parade. I was more interested in seeing the parade than being part of it.
It was quite funny watching how many people had lit their torches as soon as they got them. Many of them were pretty much burnt out before the parade got underway. Probably a bit disappointing but I’m sure it wasn’t the end of the world. The parade came up through the centre of Winchester and there were loads of people there both taking part and watching.
The mayor was at the front of the parade, and a drum band was close behind. They brought a load of energy to the proceedings. I was playing around with lower shutter speeds to try and represent the movement of the group which meant many totally useless shots. Hopefully some of these give an impression of how things were.
I have posted already about some light aircraft photography that occurred because a sailing competition never got going. What I also saw that day was something very opportunistic. I had happened to check what was due into Southampton Airport that afternoon with expectations of nothing special. When I saw a French registered Avanti was coming in from Italy, I was very pleased. Of course, I assumed it wouldn’t end up happening but, since it was coming a long way, knew I would have plenty of warning.
When I saw it was on its way, I then started to ponder where to photograph it having never done any photography at Southampton. A southerly approach was what was in use but then I saw an arrival come on from the south so now I was perplexed. Where should I go. I had an idea for a spot south of the airport that might work out so went there with plenty of time to see if it really was a good spot. It did seem to be good, so I then went back to the car to wait. I watched the track of the inbound flight to see if it did come in from the south or not.
It looked like it was coming my way, so I walked back out to my spot. Once there, I saw the plane turn right and it was now clear it was heading north for a southerly approach. I should have stayed in the car. I now sprinted back to the car and made a move for where I figured might work out at the other end having never actually checked it out. At least the process of tracking north for the descent onto the approach meant I had a bit of time in hand.
I got to the north of the airport and found a parking spot just in time to get up on the embankment that overlooks the runway. There were some regulars already there, so I knew this was not a bad choice. I had barely got my breath back when the distinctive sound of the Avanti reached my ears. There it was and I had some shots and then it was down. Back to the car and on my way! Nice result so close to home. Sadly, it departed early the next morning when weather wasn’t great and I was sleepy.
When I was a lad and satellite navigation was a dream, nautical navigation relied a lot more on things like lighthouses. Lightships were a big part of this, and Trinity House had a number of them stationed around the UK coastline. One was at Calshot Spit in the Solent and so I would see it every time I looked out of the window of our flat (and also when crossing on the ferry). I guess these vessels became surplus to requirements over time and got taken out of service. Apparently, the Calshot Spit vessel was moved into a development in Southampton but, again, became surplus to needs. Fortunately, it has been saved and is currently alongside the Solent Sky Museum. It isn’t open to explore but sits alongside the road. I assume there is some restoration work required.
The arrival of the carrier strike group was the big theme of the day, but the Fleet Air Arm was going to support the process with a flyby. A pair of Merlins and a Wildcat were assigned to the role, and they were initially noted off Bournemouth as they joined up before heading to Portsmouth. As they came over Portchester, we could see them from where we were, and they flew up the harbour and over our location to head out and meet the carrier.
We would see them a bit from a distance as the manoeuvred around the ship and this allowed us to have a reasonable idea of where everything was at any point. Then, as the ship entered the harbour, the formation flew over the top to celebrate the return to home port. The Merlins then peeled off while the Wildcat hung around.
While I was tracking HMS Prince of Wales as she came around the Isle of Wight inbound to Portsmouth, it wasn’t long before we got our first sight of her. I know there is a dredged channel that was created when the ships were acquired and I assume that this is a function of the route they take when coming in but she was first seen as we looked out through the entrance to the harbour as she crossed from right to left heading towards land. Then she disappeared behind the coast for a while.
A bit later, the silhouette of the ship reappeared now heading back away from the land as she tracked to follow the coastline towards the harbour. She was still a long way away, but the distinctive shape of the ski jump and the twin islands made her easy to confirm. Then she was hidden again as she disappeared from view where we were, behind some of the old buildings of HMS Dolphin.
By now the helicopters had joined up to fly over her so they were our clue as to where she was. Then a mast appeared above the buildings followed by a radar and the next thing you knew, a tug was coming into the harbour to be shortly followed by 80,000 tons of ship. She is certainly big enough and looked it as she came fully into view. The thing that struck me was not so much the beam of the ship but the length. With tugs holding her both ahead and astern, she drifted past us taking quite some time to do so given the 284m of her that there is.
It wasn’t far to go to get to her berth and she was soon stationary in the water while the tugs repositioned to push her alongside. The crowds started to disperse, the boats that had been waiting for her to arrive before they could move started on their way and the families headed for the Gosport ferry so that they could go on base and greet their loved ones that had been away since April. Quite something to experience.
While waiting for the HMS Prince of Wales to arrive in Portsmouth, we got to see the local law enforcement at work. There were some police officers on the shore, and they were talking to the various people that had come out to see the carrier strike group return. There were also boats on the water that were clearly loitering waiting to see the ship arrive. A RIB was busily zipping around from boat to boat to make sure that they stayed in their allowed areas and didn’t intrude on the path of the carrier and its surrounding vessels. I’m sure they were being very nice about it, but they did look rather officious as they accelerated from one boat to another – and the heavily armed guy probably got attention.
The Solent Sky Museum is full of exhibits but there is one that will never be missed by any visitor and that is the Sandringham. This example started out as a Sunderland before being converted post war to a passenger configuration. It spent its time in Australia and New Zealand before it was bought by a famous actress, Maureen O’Hara, for her husband who flew it in the Caribbean. After his death. It was brought back to the UK for preservation.
It is a beast of a plane, and you can only imagine what it was like when it was operational. There was a time when a similar plane made its way to a new owner after spending some time on the water and then the slipway at Calshot when I was a kid. I remember seeing it from the ferry as we passed. It looked small from a distance but get close to one of these things and it is quite something. Even so, the interior has lots of space but does feel pretty enclosed. There are a series of cabins with seating inside. Some are lower in the hull while there is an upper area in the rear fuselage.
The furnishings are pretty plush so it might have been a comfortable ride but that avoids thinking about how much noise and vibration there might have been from the big radial engines mounted up on the wings. I wonder whether they were far enough away to not be hard to deal with. The cockpit is accessible, and it gives you a good view of those engines. They have also mounted a maintenance stand. Because the plane will usually be on water when maintenance is undertaken, the stand hangs from the wing around the engine to allow a technician to have access to work without getting wet!
The cockpit is not quite so luxurious. You don’t want the crew to be getting too comfortable, I guess. The conversion programme focused on the passenger space rather than that of the non-paying people. I wonder whether it was changed much from its wartime configuration. I had seen a Shorts Solent in Oakland at their museum, but it was outside and interior access wasn’t available at the time. This was a far more engaging experience. Quite a plane.
