It was the final display of the Shuttleworth display season, early on a beautiful sunny morning appearing from a cloudless sky, the Mew Gull arrived home.
Once a year they do things a bit differently at The Shuttleworth Collection. Instead of on the airfield, the aircraft are lined up on the paddock, available for close inspection. Its my favourite show of the year.
The leaves are turning
Like Canute’s tide the winter hastens
They come a final time
This was the end of a tough season and also the end of an era. After the early season wash out and the tragedy in July, from August onwards its been classic Shuttleworth all the way. But now friends gathered for the final time this year to close out the season and mark the end of an era. it was time to say goodbye to Tony Haig-Thomas as he retired as Aviation Trustee. Tony’s influence has been quite simple. Without his guidance and stewardship you wouldnt be reading this. For The Shuttleworth Collection would have ceased to exist as a flying museum long ago.
The town of Ypres is an ancient town that has been at the centre of conflict in Europe for many centuries. Raided by the Romans in the First Century BC, during he 1300’s it was fortified against invasion although this didnt stop it being besieged first by the British in 1383 and much later conquered by the French during the 1690s. Over time the medieval ramparts were replaced by sturdier masonry and earth structures, to complete the defences, and perhaps because of its location in the south east of Flanders, a moat was dug around the part of the town facing France. During the Great War, this was the only corner of Belgium that remained unconquered. It was located in a Strategic postion laying as it did on the main route pf the German advance to the sea. Fighting occurred in the area on every day of the war, with on average 5000 British soldiers dying every month. Apart from 3 days early in the war, the Salient and the town of Ypres remained in Allied hands throughout.
With this in mind I visited the city with my wife and a couple of friends in July 2009. At the age then of 41, I was much older than most of those who would have made the journey in the War. Or so I thought!