Category Archives: 1941/11

I spend last weekend in Peshawar, going over for a football match. Go to the club at night with Dicky (Cleaver) and Glover, Knowles and Wagstaffe (AILOs), and meet Basil Henson who says he has fits and is being invalided … Continue reading →

I manage to fly OK, though with one ground loop. Next day I practise landing in small areas, and Bill Duncan is willing to take me despite the size of D.I.K. ‘drome (he goes round twice himself eventually). However, the … Continue reading →

The boys arrive, back from Quetta, and this afternoon I hope to go flying. But Glover insists on going in the back, and remembering my last effort, I am wondering if I shall be able to do a landing in … Continue reading →

I pass the medical. I had been practising holding my breath and due to bad training and a damn cold could only hold it about 50 seconds. Well, I hold the bit between my teeth, push 100 on the clock, … Continue reading →

‘A’ and ‘B’ Flights go to Quetta the other day. None of the R/T sets work but they get off. I hate to see them go, being grounded, and knowing that I may never fly again. (JDW: he is alluding … Continue reading →

More partridge shooting, and offered lunch by a Lambardar but would take too long. Manage to get away with two brace for Kohat, but on the last day only get one with great difficulty for ten cartridges. I start with … Continue reading →

My last three pigeons have gone bad, which has rather put my calculations out, as I had hoped to take some game back to Kohat. I shoot some more partridge and another quail. Also a “Kunj” which the crew fancied … Continue reading →