Another installment of tales from my RAF logbook. I’m about halfway through my 4 year sentence at RAF Valley instructing those RAF pilots destined for the fast jet world. The first couple of years had been far from without incident and I should probably mention that I nearly lost my greatest friend to an accident but someone was watching over him that day and he survived.


Our great friend, Glen, a USAF exchange pilot.


Flying in the Hawk


The laying on of hands by Central Flying School


The Hawk T1 trainer


The horrible Spinning explanation


The laziest A1 QFI in existence