Post by okami on Jan 28, 2010 15:28:48 GMT -5
Disclaimer: This picture-story displays some historical inaccuracies. The Glasgow airport scenery is that of Renfrew, which actually closed in May 1966. Also, the Gatwick scenery reflects the situation at the airport in 1961 - in 1966, both the terminal and runway had been expanded. I hope you won't mind these inaccuracies.
It's the summer of 1966, and Yoke Fox of ACE Scotland is being prepared at Glasgow Airport for a charter flight to the Med. The destination is the ever-so-popular Palma, the ideal spot for those soggy Glaswegians to dry.
The passengers are boarding the plane, looking forward to the holiday at foreign, sunny shores:
Although you'll always see that the day you leave on a holiday to the sun, the sun shows itself at home... ;D
That's a BEA Vanguard taxying past, by the way.
A short while later, Yoke Fox has taken off to the South. It's not a direct flight, though - we're going to take on some additional holidaymakers at Gatwick Airport.
Little over an hour later, we arrive at Gatwick, which is bustling with activity.
After picking up a couple more passengers - and a relief crew as well for the homeward leg - , Yoke Fox takes off again...
... turns South...
... and leaves London behind it:
Minutes later, we cross the South Coast of England, and head out over the Channel:
Soon, we climb through 10000 feet and change frequencies. Control calls us, and asks us to make a turn to the left...
... followed by another one to the right:
Having established us on their radars, they guide us further on our journey. We'll leave our Scottish friends here, but not before wishing them a pleasant trip!
It's the summer of 1966, and Yoke Fox of ACE Scotland is being prepared at Glasgow Airport for a charter flight to the Med. The destination is the ever-so-popular Palma, the ideal spot for those soggy Glaswegians to dry.
The passengers are boarding the plane, looking forward to the holiday at foreign, sunny shores:
Although you'll always see that the day you leave on a holiday to the sun, the sun shows itself at home... ;D
That's a BEA Vanguard taxying past, by the way.
A short while later, Yoke Fox has taken off to the South. It's not a direct flight, though - we're going to take on some additional holidaymakers at Gatwick Airport.
Little over an hour later, we arrive at Gatwick, which is bustling with activity.
After picking up a couple more passengers - and a relief crew as well for the homeward leg - , Yoke Fox takes off again...
... turns South...
... and leaves London behind it:
Minutes later, we cross the South Coast of England, and head out over the Channel:
Soon, we climb through 10000 feet and change frequencies. Control calls us, and asks us to make a turn to the left...
... followed by another one to the right:
Having established us on their radars, they guide us further on our journey. We'll leave our Scottish friends here, but not before wishing them a pleasant trip!
