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This is what I did last weekend....what did you do???

This is my club


I knew all the time sat at home doing stuff all


Interesting stuff. There is a fairly active group down our way.

I spent some fifty years involved in aviation engineering and whilst I enjoy watching and admiring the handiwork of modelers I have never had the desire to actually get involved.

I did learn to fly as well, soloed on a DHC1 Chipmunk. That is going back a bit.

Take it easy.



you too mate.........I just love the hobby

Chipmunk I was in the Air Cadets and my first ever flight was in a Chipmunk with a mad South African RAF pilot ...


I had two instructors at the time. One a male, the other a female. It was the female that sent me solo. A wee bit gentler than the male. He used to dong me over the head with his clipboard.

We had these dreadful throat mikes, held by elastic about your throat. They made you feel real gaggy.

This male instructor requested I tell him if I felt like a chunder. I asked if it was so he could slide the canopy back so as to chunder over the side. 'No he said. Have you ever heard anybody spew through a throat mike. You can hear it coming up, the whole journey.'

What he wanted was a warning so he could get his head set off so he did not have to listen to the vomit vocals on the intercom. And of course slide the canopy back.

Take it easy.


I was only 16 so it would have been 1958 . We were taken around Airfields in Lincolnshire in an Avro Anson to see the VBombers . There is a chap at my Pub who used to Fly V Bombers ..


As for what I did last weekend. My daughter and family were down from Kalgoorlie so the weekend was spoken for.



Sailing was my passion up until more recent times.

I still get the urge to buy another sail boat, I miss being out on the water.

One way, one of many, I amuse myself is by getting involved in the techniques and intricacies of celestial navigation. My collection of sextants and other nautical navigation devices continues to grow at a steady rate along with my knowledge of the subject as it applies to our early inland explorers.

Taxes the grey matter just a wee  bit.

Take it easy.


Me too SD I raced trailer sailers every weekend for years and filled a trophy cabinate.

Adams 21.

I fly a chipmonk when in the ATC ....only with an officier but was allowed to loop /stall turn / roll/

SD Brought back sailing memories, how we braved the stormy seas, we were ready for anything, the rougher the better, we were so brave. Then contented, back on our bikes, school for another week, then back to Albert Park Lake and the pirates island.

Talking about early explorers a grt uncle travelled with Atherton on his journeys'.          Married Athertons''daughter Álice'' they became first settlers in the Mackay area.

SETH,  did you see the illuminous ducks on the lake?

Sorry cats, just saw this, Never saw, or cannot remember, too busy hunting pirates, it was in thirties', may have been before they were installed.


My last sail boat was a 28 foot keel boat. Very good sea boat. She now sits neglected in a pen sad to say. I cast my beady over her from time to time and think of making an offer.

My last boat, not a yacht, was a little 18 foot Pilot 18. Inboard diesel, about 7knots flat out. She took each wave as a personal affront declining to ride over it but chose to go through it. A lot of fun and again a good little sea boat.

One of my last jobs before I fully retired was supervisor of the fishing boat harbour, I used to use the little Pilot for inspections and such like. A pleasant part time job. A lovely way to ease ones way out of full time toil.

Have you any more info on your great uncle and Atherton ?

Take it easy.


I have a brand new Stacer Bay master with a 60 four stroke merc. 

Does about 25 knots

SD.. seems like you had an ideal livlihood, my early working years were  not a great experience, started age 13 , lost all interest in school when my mother died, 


Lucky bugger.

As I recall the Yanmar in the Pilot was 15 horse. The difference between 1800 rpm and 2800 rpm equaled about 1 knot increase in speed. Being a displacement hull she had her optimum speed and any increase in power was going to make little difference.

She pottered along at 1800 rpm and 6 knots most of the time. It was all about the journey not the destination.

I think it made diesel rather than burned it. Hardly ever put any fuel in it.

Take it easy.



I was a bit lucky considering I was raised in a childrens home from an early age. My mother died when I was yet a pup at 5yo and my father did not handle things to well so a childrens home was it as a ward of the state. There were a few strays about just after the war as you would be aware and a lot ended up in a similar situation to myself. People were more concerned about getting their lives back together to worry over much about a few strays.

I applied for an apprenticeship with Qantas and lo and behold got it. This was '58. A big step from a childrens home in country WA to Sydney at age 15. I raised myself from that point on.

I guess I was blessed with a lot of resilience, did not spend too much time looking over my shoulder as some poor buggers do. There is a lot of luck in this living business, when it happens to come your way best to grab it but never think it was all your own doing as it rarely is.

There was damn good people along the way who went out of their way to steer me and get me going again when things had become untidy. You cannot do it on your own thats for sure.

There you go, SD waxing philosophical.

Take it easy.



Shaggy, I admire your resilience.  So many people choose a different path to that which you did and choose a different path.   Yes, many, many people have a very sad upbringing one way or another.   It shows the strength of a person when they get through this and make a good life for themselves and not wallow in the past and blame everything that happens to them on their upbringing.

I have nothing but immense admiration for people who can do this and there are many out there who have made wondeful lives for themselves and their families.

Monty Python's Flying Circus -
"Four Yorkshiremen"

[ from the album Live At Drury Lane, 1974 ]

SD.. I guess our early years were both a bit tough  in different ways, it wasn't an apprenticeship I had,  it was called an ímprover' althogh you did the same course as an apprentice, the employer never had to guarrantee your employment, Each test/exam if you failed you paid, if you passed, the boss paid. I never ever failed. As the depression was not yet over, you felt lucky to have a job even if my first year pay was 7/6d ... 75c for a 44hr week. As some friends were catholics, Jewish, Christians or on their own, we all played footie with the CYMS juniors sometimes if the senior side was short would play with them. They were good days with the occassional blustering mob fight.

Like SD you started out hard $eth but had the go

and now you have goldmines :)


OH! What did I do on the weekend ?? like every spring I spend every opportunity having sex in the garden with my beautiful blooms.

Then in the evening I designed a motiff for my friend's sail. He is 90 and just given up racing sail boats a couple of years ago and joined the local mini sailing club.


I had many blokes like you as my mentors. Done it tough and been through WW2 as well.

My FIL was a Royal Marine RSM. He clocked up WW2, Cypress, Korea, Malaya and Suez as I recall. I think the old bastard ran out of wars.

It was pretty hard to chuck a sad or have whinge in such company.


Having a great time in my garden too. Give me a yell when those day lilly seeds are ready.

Take it easy.



GD...I wouldn't talk like that to such an old man like SD.. It may give him ideas that could affect his delicate health...

If you PM me a postal address I will send you a selection of colours when they are ready.

Seggie. Shaggy Dog. You sound so interesting. Really enjoyed what you wrote.

Shaggers it looks like you have a dry day . 

Well I know what I will be doing this weekend


I wonder why those few words can cause extreme jealousy.                              

To such a sensitive soul as myself.