Holidays

I have not been lazy rather I have been away on holiday.

I think I have become the sort of person, when it comes to a holiday that is, that some years ago I might have accused others as being unimaginative. Throughout the year I do attempt to vary the locations to which I travel for the several holidays that I am now lucky enough to enjoy, and I have for the last five years visited Cornwall for at least one of those holidays. Not just to Cornwall as a county but to the same apartment in the same small seaside town and how very enjoyable it all is.

I must confess that I came to Cornwall late in life and I only discovered both the town and the apartments I stay at by accident; it was whilst talking to a work colleague that first made me start to think about Cornwall as a holiday destination. He had spent many of his holidays in Cornwall during the previous years and I had begun to think that if Cornwall had been a good enough destination for my colleague over that period of time then it may also be good enough for me. I reasoned that whilst I still enjoyed the prospect of travelling abroad I was beginning to question why I was often paying more to the aircraft companies for the fare just to travel to my chosen overseas destination than I was paying for the holiday itself when I got there.

Additionally I was also becoming weary of queuing at airports in either the early hours of the morning or what seemed to be the middle of the night just to fill aircraft seats that suited the airline company but often not me.

Cornwall is an enjoyable place to holiday, it is the simplicity of it all that somehow appeals to me, and it reminds me a little of the many seaside holidays to which I was taken on whilst a child by my parents. Several of them may be listed as the classic British seaside holiday resorts such as Blackpool, Skegness, Rhyl, Ayr and Brighton to name but a few, and mostly spent at a Butlins Holiday Camp.

These holidays were always fun, the sun always shone, though in truth it may not have done. The beaches were always covered in clean golden sand, though in the case of Skegness and Brighton certainly that could not have been the case as the beaches in these two resorts have pebbles on the them. The sea always seemed to be a clear azure blue, but in most cases that would not have been the case either, the North Sea for example is a muddy brown colour, but these are at least my memories whilst a boy on his childhood seaside holidays growing up in the mid fifties.

However, I do really enjoy Cornwall, the light is brighter and because of this, many famous artists such as Barbara Hepworth and Ben Nicholson made it their home. Many of the resorts on what is referred to as the North Coast, though to say this is strictly incorrect as the coastlines on the Cornish peninsular are geographically West or East, are internationally famous for surfing. The sea really is an azure blue and the sand on the beaches really is golden in colour. The attitude and general lifestyle of those lucky enough to live there and to those like me lucky enough to holiday there is so relaxed and so calming.

Computor Flight Simulator

I am an Flight Simulator Pilot with over two thousand hours of flight time on the Microsoft series of Flight Simulator over the last nineteen years or so, though I don’t bother to count hours any more. After a hard day at my real job or when I have a spare half hour or so I load up the programme, slip on the headset lower the lights and get ready for some relaxation, but I am getting slightly ahead of myself, let me take you back to how it all started.

My uncle flew Gliders into Arnhem as part of Operation Market Garden on the night of 17th September 1944. He had been a Sergeant in the Royal Engineers when a year earlier in 1943 he saw a notice asking for volunteers to train as Glider Pilots in the newly formed Glider Pilot Regiment, he volunteered, passed the course and transferred to the new Regiment, and so it was that on a cloudy Sunday night the 17th September he crashed landed [all Gliders by default crash land] his Horsa MK 1 Glider carrying troops of the British Parachute Regiment into a dark field in Holland. He was later one of the lucky ones who acted as a guide to get the troops out to the Rhine where they were brought back across the river over a period of two nights by small boats.

After the war ended he remained in the Army and when the Glider Pilot Regiment was disbanded and the new Army Air Corps was formed he transferred and at first flew Chipmunk and Auster then later Beaver fixed wing and then converting to Helicopters, Scout and the Sioux. He retired from military service in 1970 his last active post being Officer Commanding Flying Wing at the Army Air Corps Centre at Middle Wallop. It was as a direct result of listening to him telling me lots of stories whilst I was growing up that introduced my interest in flying and later when like him I chose the Army as a career I too learnt to fly.

My first Flight Simulator was version 4 of the Microsoft series released in 1989. This consisting of a split screen on your monitor the top half attempting to provide a representation of the view/scenery and the bottom half the cockpit instrumentation. Of course by what we now think of as acceptable it was more than a little basic, but back then when it was all new and running on 8 Bit computers it was nothing short of revolutionary. Many happy hours were spent flying around a very blank and bare landscape trying to apply very basic navigation, the scenery only coming back to life again when nearing a major airport. I stayed true with FS4 until the release of MSFS 95 in 1996.

MSFS 95 had much better graphics [well I thought so anyway] and it was a much more slicker product, for the first time, well for me anyway, the pilot could chose between about 6 aircraft types and again the sim pilot now was able, in theory anyway, able to plan a flight from A to B and fly it, agreed the scenery at times was basic and the sim pilot was required to still have a fairly good imagination, but it was at the time a great product that was until the mould was broken by a company called Eidos Looking Glass Technologies.

In 1997 I was reading a computer magazine and noticed an article about a new type of flight simulator called Flight Unlimited II, this was in fact the second one in the series by this developer, but for some reason the first one had passed me by. However the article gave a web link where the reader could download a demo of the new simulator, which I did and I was absolutely blown away. The graphics were out of this world, the sim had a choice of aircraft type, it had a dynamic weather system, and it featured AI aircraft and an active and working ATC system, goodbye MS 95 hello FU II. I had to wait a couple of weeks before the whole game had been released in the UK but I rushed off to the shop and bought a copy. As I sat at home installing the game onto my computer I just hoped that my 8Mb of Ram was enough to cope with the huge jump in technology that was about to hit it, however I need not of worried, the 8 Mb ran it with no problems at all, I have to laugh now writing this, I have aircraft installed on my system now that are more than 8 Mb.

FU II also did something else for me. One day I was reading a flight sim web site when I saw a mention for a VA for FU II, I did not know what a VA was so I read on. It seems that a chap called Fred Brubaker had formed a fictional flying company based on the FU II simulator based at Half Moon Bay [KHAF]. He was inviting anyone to join and promised to provide virtual general cargo and pax runs in return for virtual pay, the company was called Bay Area Charter. When we think today of all the many VAs there are to cover every taste in the FS world Fred was years ahead of his time. He developed Bay Area Charter into a working company he invented stories to intertwine in between the flying, he had a web page with a pilot roster, everyone got paid at the end of the month, and he devised a flight brokerage where you could buy your own aircraft from the company, thereby allowing a bit more profit on earnings than hire a company aircraft from Fred where he took a cut. Some pilots would be invited by Fred to earn a little more by flying some ‘special jobs’. It was not long before Bay Area Charter had a following of about 30 pilots and I am sure many of us really thought that we were real pilots and that Bay Area Charter really did exist, that is how professional Fred was. Sadly however the end had to come, the bubble burst when Fred announced without any warning that he was closing up shop and he did just that, he shut the web site down within 24 hours and that was that.

Well not quite, three pilots from BAC me, Richard and a lady called Shawn decided BAC should not just die, but there was not a lot we could do about it, or was there. After a furious flurry of e mails between the three of us Shawn just said ‘Why don’t we set up our own VA still based on FU II but moving on a little from BAC’, why not indeed agreed Richard and I, so we did. The new company was called Pier Glass Aviation and moved its FBO from Half Moon Bay to San Jose International. We got all the other BAC pilots to move with us, Richard who worked in IT put a web page together, I wrote a set of assignments and put the roster and wages page together and Shawn wrote the background story that Fred had been dealing with the Mafia and forgetting to inform the IRS about some [or most] of BAC earnings and so had been arrested one dark night. In an attempt to salvage their property the BAC pilots turned up at Half Moon Bay before the Police and FBI could get there, they collected anything of any use or value and flew whatever aircraft they could out of Half Moon Bay into San Jose and painted all the aircraft markings out.

So it was that PGA took to the virtual skies.

PGA answered to nobody, they paid no bills no taxes, and they stole from everyone except themselves and lived by the motto ‘If your paying we are flying’. There was no such thing as bad weather or unserviceable aircraft, you flew or answered to ‘The Boss’, if you flew [which was wise to do so when told] you got paid and a monthly share of the goods which was mostly booze stolen from some cargo run or other.

It soon became clear to us at PGA that FU II was far to limiting in terms of area and so after a discussion we agreed to change to MSFS 98 and 2000 that had been released in 1997 and 1999, by changing back to MSFS the whole world opened up to PGA and for some years the VA flourished, like all VAs some members left and some new members joined. It came to the point however that we could not write enough assignments and so changed to a random number generator similar to the type of thing that is used on ‘War Gaming’ to provide an assignment and the level of pay. Sadly however this proved to be the start of the end for PGA. It was not a popular choice and pilots found it hard to invent funny stories about their flights when the assignment had been selected for them on the basis of a number generator. Over the next year or so pilots drifted away until PGA consisted of about three or four regulars, and mostly it has ground itself into the ground. PGA still lives on, the web site is still there, I have a look from time to time by all is silent there now.

So here I was just about to change from MSFS 2000 to MSFS 2002 but I soon grew bored with flying on my own again however good 2002 and its third party following was, I for one needed a direction, I needed a VA. Like most things I was browsing a few web pages when I found Solent Airlines, a UK Southampton based [though later moving to Southend] VA flying a mixture of Prop and Jet short to medium flight pax and freight. Solent was a formal airline, no pay, no stealing lying or cheating, the pilot bid for a flight flew it and had their hours recorded. It sounds dull after BAC and PGA but it wasn’t, for some reason the formal structure was fun and it had a great and lively forum and everyone got on together. Solent went from strength to strength, we all flew when we could and all being UK based we all met in the evenings on the forum and had a chat with each other, it really was good. Like most thing in the FS world the day came when Bob and Julie who ran Solent decided to close it down, their two daughters then becoming teenagers needed a little more Mum and Dad time and so sadly Solent Airlines closed just as I changed from MSFS 2002 to 2004 my current simulator.

Here I was back to flying on my own, it was okay for while but while I was enjoying 2004 but it soon became clear to me that however good MSFS is and despite the advance from Version 4 to 2004 I need some friends. I was one evening looking for a good helicopter and was browsing the Hovercontrol web site when I started to read the forums a post caught my eye about some VA that paid you [the pilot] money, dear me I thought we were doing that way back in BAC not very original is it I thought but for some reason I read on, it intrigued me, maybe it might interest me I thought, I made a note of the web address and moved on to another post.. It was some hours later when I thought about seeing what this Sweet Shell was about so I cut and paste the web address and sat there as the page loaded.

I looked around as much as I could, I read some of the posts that were open to me without becoming a member, what a set of oddballs I thought, hey these guys are off the wall, half of them are obsessed with naked woman the other half……………well I dare not think what the other half were like……………. I sat back in my chair and laughed, this is the biggest set of pirates I had met since PGA days I must have some of this, these guys really know how to enjoy themselves.

I signed up and put my first post on the forum and waited, then I got some replies hey I was welcomed into the fold, these guys were normal, that was blow, still who cares the point is everyone is part of the fun, everyone is equal, we are all part of a family and that family is Sweet Shells the biggest group of Hippy Sky Truckers around and we are proud of it. We like our flying, we like our woman naked and we like our booze.

So here I am almost 60 years old mixing on equal terms with guys half my age [or less] with something we all enjoy and have in common Flight Simulation.

Catching Up

Well time again allows me to add yet another piece of literary ramblings to my slowly evolving Blog.

Heather has been and gone and the four of us [to include our spouses of course] had a very enjoyable evening together. Heather bought some family photos for us all to look at and even after all these years and when you have reached the age that you begin to think there is not much family history that is unknown, I was very surprised to be presented with a photo of my grandmother, taken to our best collective guess we think sometime around the early or mid twenties, of her and some others [who sadly we are unable to identify] as being a passenger on the Queen Mary. A lot of talking about various relations, cousins, mothers, aunts and grand parents and it seems now that every sentence or part of the conversation began............... "Do you remember.................or.........When you went in the door the room on the right"............

This was followed by a meal at the Hamilton Russell Inn where Heather and her husband Les were very impressed by the home made steak and kidney pudding, mash and accompanied by what is known these days in the restaurant trade as seasonal vegetables. I was able to give Heather a copy of John [Jack] Lyons’ [her grandfather] Army service papers showing details of his service from being a member of the 3rd Suffolk Battalion Militia in 1900 to enlisting as a regular in 1902 into the Army Service Corps and his eventual discharge late in 1919. It contains some very interesting reading and some very valuable information and Heather has now discovered for the first time, thirty seven years after his death at the ripe old age of eighty six, that he had tattoos, and who said genealogy was not interesting.

I collected the new car on Monday 1st September to coincide with the issue of the new registration number. We had started to look around for a new car about three months ago. After much time spent on the internet looking at various models we had by early August whittled the choice down to two main contenders and we then proceeded to arrange a test drive of each.

Our requirements in any car are primarily that of reasonable fuel consumption, not I should hasten to add because I have some overwhelming urge to save the planet, rather that I am careful where money is concerned and I have always demanded good value for my money in all things and do not see why I should own a car that would not deliver at least mid thirties to low forties miles per gallon. After a test drive in each it bought us to a stalemate, we liked both vehicles and each met many of our requirements, though each had their own good and bad points, on balance each was a car we were happy to own, it all now came down to costs.

The first dealer offered a fair price for trade in of our old car and then did very little else to persuade us to purchase a new car from him, to be fair there was after a lot of haggling a small reduction in the list price but hardly what in hindsight I might call a deal breaker. We visited the second dealership the same afternoon and were very impressed to find that almost immediately we were offered a price reduction off the list price, this added to about the same offer for trade in made this car a good deal. I was just about to agree to the deal and shake hands when I must have sounded a little hesitant and the dealer then added a further reduction off the list price. We signed and agreed the deal straight away before the dealer changed his mind, we agreed the colour and delivery date and that was that.

I have had the car now for five days and I have say I like it, there are some very quirky items that I am still coming to terms with like auto rain sensing wipers and auto lights, that come on when the ambient light gets low and turn off when it brightens up, but I think it is fun.

Genealogy, it is only history.

I am undertaking research into my family tree. This is not a new venture rather something I and my daughter have been steadily and methodically plodding away at for a couple of years now. I think I remember reading somewhere that the research of genealogy is the single largest interest group on the internet.

I have often been questioned why are we doing this to which my stock and often glib answer is why not, but the real reason I think is that it is a combination of two parts, firstly to find out who our family ancestors were, where they lived what employments did they have and secondly to record whilst recent events are still fresh in our minds who we are, where we live and what we did, for generations of our family yet to come. It is perhaps no more that an exercise in research and historical record gathering and recording events up to date for future generations.

We have during our spasmodic research so far been able to trace our maternal / maternal and the maternal / paternal line back to the mid 1700’s. In addition there have been interesting diversions and offshoots with my son in law whose family is traced back to the mid 1700’s and my daughter in law who so far has recorded her family back to the mid 1800’s. Yes it is certainly true to say that what started as ‘our family tree’ has happily extended side branches and is now forming a truly extended and in the case of my daughter in law who extends into Eastern Europe, a truly international tree.

It is human nature I expect for anyone engaged in this type of project to hope to find a direct link to a noble or regal family line, if not a close second would be to find some notorious criminal or murderer, I have to report so far we have found neither. However that is not to say that we have found nothing of interest that raised an eyebrow. There is, for example, on my maternal / paternal side, Thomas James Edwards [born 14 March 1815 died 29 January 1875] who married twice, firstly Elizabeth Banks [born 1815] of whom little is known and secondly Fanny Jefferies [born 1835 died 1898]. Thomas was by trade and profession what was called a Modeller and Plasterer; he designed, made and crafted ornate plaster ceiling and wall mouldings. Of the various obituaries to him the Southampton Times dated 6 February 1875 mentions that his talent and the purity of his taste and the excellence of all his ornamentations was much in demand. He was called to produce his work at Buckingham Palace, Osborne House, the summer residence of Queen Victoria, and some other principle residences particularly those of Lord Portman, Earl Rivers and the Earl of Portsmouth.

This genealogical adventure has also made it possible for us to reacquaint ourselves with distant relations, not the sort that you had forgotten about or those you did not know even existed but the type that you send a Christmas card to each year with the vague promise that ‘we should meet up again soon’. Next week my second cousin Heather, her Grandmother and my Grandmother are sisters, my Mother and her Mother were cousins and we share a common Great Grand Father Arthur J French, is coming to visit. We will catch up on old times we have planned a meal we will compare photograph albums and we will try and remember the last time we met more than fifty years ago.

Another Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday; I am now officially one year older and have taken yet another faltering step toward my bus pass, retirement, pension and ultimately death.

I am never sure if we should feel any different when it is our birthday, should by being a year older than you were yesterday, or in my case the day before, make us feel older, and if so how exactly do we do that ? Feeling older surely is a gradual process and not at all the same as getting older. The fact that I am no longer able to run as fast as I once could when I was a teenager, for example, is perhaps a mote point when I now find it difficult to run at all and perhaps now see no good reason to do so, why run my mind questions, there is no sense in it. But does this mean that this now enforced inability to run with any sense of purpose is a case of getting older or feeling older, perhaps it may be both.

When I stand now in front of the mirror I see staring wistfully back at me a slightly overweight slightly haggard looking man well past his prime with a slightly bulging stomach and hair growing out of his nose and ears. What I feel inside when I stare into that mirror is that I am transported back more than forty five years to a fifteen year old schoolboy with more than a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, a thirst for adventure and a hunger for life. A boy who grew up in what now seems to be those black and white days of the fifties and sixties, a boy who witnessed before him the change of an established society, a boy who became part of that change and embraced it wholeheartedly. There is a proclamation that states, that if you remember the sixties then you were not there, well I do remember the sixties and I was most definitely there and what fun it was.

Is it always the case that many look back and tell everyone who might stay long enough to listen about how good it was back in the old days, do they really mean that, was it really so good back then, when ever then was of course. I find myself doing that, I often now sound like my father when I now tell my grown up children about how it was much better when I was a teenager than it is today for teenagers, I see my children rolling their eyes heavenwards just as I did so all those years ago. Of course it was not better then; modern society and modern technology make life today so much easier and so much more comfortable and much more exciting. But then I also remember that it is my generation [generally speaking] those like me who grew up in the fifties and sixties that have invented, devised adapted, updated and brought this modern technology we have today to the masses and think they have done so not out of necessity but out of learning.

I am of the group in my generation that grew up pre decimalisation, pre calculators, and computers, pre colour television and pre space travel but also of that group who were the first to miss National Service, my group of my generation grew up on the cusp of social reform and I am glad of that. The writer Alan Bennett mentions about his own growing up in Leeds during the forties and fifties [though he did not miss National Service] that his education was free, though perhaps not free but owing as it had been paid for by that generation before him that did not have it and they had in kind paid for it. Like Alan Bennett my education was free and I am glad of it though sadly and as I know to my own cost much of it is not free today.

Our children and grandchildren today do have things [though not as much as we think] that are free, it is their right, though free to them today but paid for by us yesterday.

And so here I am another year older, another birthday come and gone, and so statistically and legally I am one year older however I am inside still that fifteen year old kid I always think I am and when I close my eyes for a moment in my mind it is still 1964.

Baseball and the Cleveland Indians

Yet another win for the Cleveland Indians though as seems to be their habit of late they had to take the slightly difficult route to success.

Playing away to the Detroit Tigers at Comerica Park Detroit the Tigers took the early lead with one run in the first innings. Cleveland replied with two runs one each in the 2nd and 3rd to take the lead 2-1. Detroit then scored again with one run in the 5th and again in the 7th at the Indians scored one in the 8th, the score was tied at 3-3.

Into overtime and the 9th innings produced no runs for either team. The Indians take the batting for the start of the 10th and after a pitching change by the Tigers from Fernando Rodney to Casey Fossum; Grady Sizemore comes into bat and is caught at short stop by Edgar Renteria. The Tigers change pitcher again and Gary Glover replaces Casey Fossum. Cleveland’s second bat for the 10th is Franklin Gutierrez who then promptly hits a home run to make the score 4-3. It then takes on an air of excitement to see if the Indians can improve and score again or if not hold off the Tigers.

Of the remaining Indian bats, Ben Francisco is caught at centre field by Curtis Granderson, Jhonny Peralta takes a single on a line drive to left field and then Shin-Soo Choo gets it all wrong again by grounding out and allowing second base to throw to first base and its three out. Luckily for Cleveland and thanks to some accurate fielding Detroit is unable to score and the final score is Cleveland Indians 4 Detroit Tigers 3, another close match and an exciting finish.

This win over Detroit now give the Cleveland Indians their 8th straight win in a row however due to their very poor overall performance during most of this season they still remain in fourth place behind Detroit and above Kansas City in the American League Central Division.

However a report on this game cannot pass without mention of the hero of the team Grady Sizemore. Grady hit two home runs during the game and in doing so became only the fourteenth man in the American League history to put together a 30-30 season, that is to say 30 Home Runs and 30 Stolen Bases in a season, the last to do it was Alfonso Soriano in 2005 playing for the Texas Rangers. In fact Sizemore hit his second home run during the 3rd innings to give him a total of 31 home runs and he had before starting the game already scored on 34 stolen bases. Grady is only the second Cleveland Indians player to reach this milestone the first being Joe Carter in 1987.

It seems a good idea

Most people that I am aquatinted with now appear to publish their thoughts, ideas or just the routine day to day ramblings of their lives in a Web Blog.

I had often wondered what they see in the need to bare their souls, if indeed they do, to the public gaze and perhaps comment.

So it is with some slight trepidation that I now step forward to experience life on the Web, what should I talk about? what should I discuss? who knows perhaps just life as I see it.

It just seemed like a good idea to me at the time.