Sunday, 28 September 2008

ditched

Here's a little story.

I was walking up on Dundry Hill with B, and we found an aeroplane in a nettle patch by some farm buildings. So I scrambled onto the wing and took some pics, and noted down the registration because I like to get the story of something if I can.

At home, I Googled the plane and found that it was reported as having gone into the sea of Clacton in 1976, killing the four people on board.

So I e-mailed the Civil Aviation Authority:

Sorry, I don’t quite know where to send this enquiry, so I’m sending it to you.
This morning I was walking on Dundry Hill in Somerset and saw an old aeroplane in a nettle patch near some farm buildings. I had a closer look and took some photos, because it looked interesting.
I later checked the plane’s registration on Google, and found that the plane with that
registration- G-BBIE – had apparently crashed into the sea off Clacton in 1976.
While there may well be an entirely innocent explanation for what I saw, I thought I ought to tell someone.

Yours sincerely,
Dru Marland


...and they replied

Good afternoon,
Thank you for your email and what proved to be an interesting and diverting enquiry. However, we don't really have any information as to why the aircraft might be there and can only surmise it was salvaged at some point.
Kind regards

Information Management

..as someone commented on my Flickr page, it's like reading a book with a page missing.

G-BBIE

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....on the same walk, we got talking about feyness, as I had slightingly said of someone on the phone, "Fey people don't have a sense of humour".

Well, it was soundbitey...

B had overheard this and commented that seriously fey people usually have a really good sense of humour, actually. Which is also true.

I then observed that 'fey' originally had a different meaning to the present one; in anglo-saxon, {asg}e meant 'marked for death'; they thought that there was something different and otherworldly about someone having that interesting condition.

...talking with another old friend last night about Duncan, I mentioned this, because Duncan had always seemed the opposite of it; however ill he was, he seemed marked for life. Which is why it's still such a shock, his dying like that.