The locals will be driving "Technicals" around the M25 before long, rough part of the world the South East.:-)
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Well now you know it.
The world does revolve around the South East.
Its a true story BTW, strangely for the mail, tho they had to add the shock and distrust element even to that. Everyone round here knows the Ockham VOR, that planes fly lowish round it, and the Surrey hills to one side of it is a good place to have a pop at them.
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What is the disused airstrip between Ockham, the M25 and the A3?
Last edited by: Old Navy on Sat 2 Jul 11 at 18:11
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Wisley. They used to build the bombers at Brooklands during WW2 and they would fly to Wisley for fitting out.
You can have a wander round Wisley on foot, should you wish. There is a decent roadside caff at Boldermere, just off J10 of the M25.
If you speak slowly, we may understand you. ;-)
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>> If you speak slowly, we may understand you. ;-)
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Cheeky sod, I lived nearby into my 20s, and although I have lived up here for 40 odd years I have not got the accent sussed yet. :-)
I was at the RHS Wisley a couple of years ago.
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>> I was at the RHS Wisley a couple of years ago.
Good pub just up the road from there, just past Wisley Village - The Anchor.
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>> Wisley. They used to build the bombers at Brooklands during WW2 and they would fly
>> to Wisley for fitting out.
Yup, used to wander about there when they still had the old hangers. The ockham VOR is alongside the runway. Not just the WW2 Bombers tho, it was in use to fly stuff out right up to the time the vickers plant closed at Brooklands in the 70s
>> You can have a wander round Wisley on foot, should you wish. There is a
>> decent roadside caff at Boldermere, just off J10 of the M25.
Only in the daylight - its the no1 dogging spot in the UK after lights out.
>> If you speak slowly, we may understand you. ;-)
And charge him more.
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Zeddo is more used to spaceships landing in his neck of the woods.
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I know I've posted this before, but there's no bore like an old pub bore.
I was at a boarding school in the mid-fifties at Old Windsor, hard by Runnymede. One of the flight paths out of Heathrow went right overhead. In those days nearly all passenger planes were turboprop powered. They didn't go rocketing straight up into the sky as jets do, but laboured slowly along with their blades flogging the air to gain height. So when the wind was in the wrong direction one could be kept awake at night by the constant stream of these things, drone in distance rising with painful gradualness for a minute or so to an overhead crescendo of whining turbine and flogging airscrew blades, which would then die away quite rapidly and suddenly. But what was that? The next one in the distance, drawing inexorably closer.
Although a public schoolboy and a fairly reactionary patriot in those days, I think had the opportunity arisen I might have been tempted to take Osama's dinar, provided an effective package of hand-held SAMs came with it. Just to get a bit of kip. We had to get up early.
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