We are moving to Burma next month apparently. 2 Squadron are doing our job in Karachi. Sgt Ridley takes off in coarse pitch and crashes over the ‘drome boundary without hurting himself. I fly Penton to Chaklala with 20 degree drift, and yesterday fly Mike Gilpin Thal-Bannu-Peshawar. I try to land in Thal in weak mixture (JDW: anyone know what this means?) but luckily the throttle won’t come back and I see it in time.
A nasty skeleton at Peshawar where young Namgyal, heir apparent of Sikkim, undershot and went to his death in flames. It saves them burning his body I suppose. (JDW: Namgyal was the passenger).
All teed up and nowhere to go! A party in the Sgts mess last night and I get together with Falconer and Sgt Sedgewick. Cpl Doughty teaches me to ride a motorcycle and yesterday I do the camp seven times, by day and by night, safely.