After I landed my aircraft I clambered out of the Hornet with the cold realisation that I might have flown my last sortie.  The spinning sensation had ceased and the sortie had gone beautifully, it was almost as if it had been a bad dream. A continuation of tales from the Old Pilot’s logbook, RAF Form 414.


Was the sun about to set on my career?


The surgery span round and round




Exercise K89


One of our opponents, the F16


Firing off live missiles like the AIM 7M Sparrow


Landing in a thunderstorm


A week on Song Song island acting as the Range Safety Officer


The RSO and his crew of Malay troops


My final flight and the boys renamed my aircraft Nick The Pom!