Over the Christmas break, my mother showed me this postcard sent by my great grandfather to his daughter (my grandmother), seemingly written in flight from London to Paris in 1951. Assuming the postcard was purchased on board, the aircraft would be a Vickers Viking and I believe in 1951, the route would have been operated from RAF Northolt to Le Bourget. I know that it was his first flight (aged at the time 56 I think). Today (actually yesterday), I completed my 220th flight, having first flown aged not quite five. It took mum and I a few minutes to decipher the handwriting, made worse I suspect, by the vibration of the aircraft (the address, which I have obscured for privacy reasons), probably written at Le Bourget before posting, is much clearer. I've only flown in two radial engined aircraft (DC3 and Ju-52) and certainly the latter really shook about a lot.
Just started off the ground. Above cloud, sun shining. Seems to move very slowly. Sky very blue. In cloud, like fog all round. Clear, can see the ground. Looks like patchwork. Now going over the coast. Sea calm. It is Rye. 3500 feet up, speed 215MPH. Passing Dieppe on right. Over France, fine view. Just finished dinner. Coming into Paris.
Trying to imagine how flying would feel, if I were never to have done it until I were about 20 years older than I am now! According to Wikipedia, the Viking had a ceiling of 25,000ft, but being unpressurised, I assume that wasn't really usable for civilian/transport operations, even so, 3,500ft seems a little low for that stage of the flight? I wonder what was for dinner. My BA flight to Zurich yesterday provided me only an apple juice and a bag of popcorn, although admittedly, we did get here faster than if I were in a Viking

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