Meltdown Reliability Run - Mission 2

Last weekend - and it finally arrived. Or to be more exact, they arrived. A fine bunch of friends all rolled into the field behind the most remote pub in Norfolk, camped and made ready at the bar for the next day's drive to - somewhere...


And that somewhere? The grounds of a Hall belonging to Wing Commander Ken Wallis. 91 years young. A man who's lived more than one lifetime it seems and still actively cramming in as much as physically possible. Building everything from cars to boats to cameras - and of course, autogyros.


For two very short hours he entertained with matter of fact tales to a humbled audience. Blown away by shooting us all from his magnificent flying machine with his Pentax.

Along the narrow lanes and tracks, the meandering band lost and regrouped a few times, negotiating sand, gravel, level crossings. Oh, and running out of petrol. Oh well, one of those hazards of thirsty old modified sidevalve engines that powered the majority of the entrants.


Lovely tea back at the pub, and a few of us broke out instruments and played into the small hours until the tired, weary and now real ale refreshed travellers melted off to bed. Had a sad moment - remembering Kate coming over last year. Had to get outside and watch. Break away from the party. Silly, silly moment.

Oh - it was good though. Well worth all that pointless angst and fretting over getting there in the Sedan. So good infact that next year is a must!