Category Archives: British Isles 2019

Brexit is imminent. But what does this mean for aviation? Let us check this out on an adventure across the Channel and through the Scottish Highlands.

Information Evening at Celle-Arloh

Hi there,

almost two weeks ago I gave a presentation in the clubhouse of the Flugsportvereinigung Celle e.V. Motorflug about my flight around the British Isles this summer. The club hosts various protagonists to entertain and at the same time teach their members on flying subjects. This year is about leaving you home airport and embarking on a multi day and probably multi country journey.

Since all members of the club are german, the presentation was held in that language, too.

Unfortunately I was not able to properly synchronize my audio recorder with the video so that you have to life with the GoPro’s internal audio stream.

Day 8: The Iconic Coastline?

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Another Day, another flight

After a good night’s sleep with Alun and Joyce’s B&B it was time to leave Welshpool and had south to the coastline again. Alun was kind enough to take us back to the airport and we fueled up 90B. Continue reading →

Day 7: Glenforsa – Oban – Welshpool

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Fleeing the Rain!

After flying to Scotland’s west coast yesterday, we thought, we would have escaped the bad weather all around. Well, we were proven wrong! After a great sunset, we woke up and it was raining again. So after breakfast I gave Hugo a good walk on the beach and we assessed our options. Continue reading →

Day 3: Currock Hill – Fife/Glenrothes

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Meet and Greet in the Middle of Nowhere

After a really quiet night on the hilltop gliderfield in Currock Hill, Hugo and I waited for our friend Nick to come by. Nick is a flightsimulator pilot and strives to get his realworld license one day.

Together we headed to town and found a little coffee shop and had kind of a late breakfast. Then it was time to fly further north. Continue reading →

Day 2: Clacton – Duxford – Currock Hill

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Rude awakening in Clacton

Quite early in the morning we were woken up by a lot of cars that seemed to drive around the airfield. But after looking out of the tent we discovered that a flea market war set up right next door.

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