Tinworm-wings: in flight movie

Sunday, 10 January 2010

in flight movie

Here is the film of the first outdoor test of my new, thumb-sized MD80 camera, which I plan to use as an in-flight camera on the Dragonfly.

If you prefer, you can watch it on a big screen on YouTube

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I paid £11 (incl postage from Hong Kong) on ebay. At that price, I hope it wasn't produced by political prisoners in a Chinese Gulag. It is an insanely low price, but it means that I can experiment with in-flight filming without worrying about the camera falling off the plane.

Despite the low price, I think the results are actually very good. I am very impressed by the sound quality. One negative is that there appears to be no way of getting rid of the date stamp while filming and changing the date is tricky (I think mine is a knock-off of a camera for which this procedure was easier). Also, it doesn't have a screen, so setting up angles requires trial and error. By the time I have made my brackets, though, I should have a better idea of the field of view.

One major advantage of the camera is its size and weight, which should make mounting it on the side of my helmet or on various mounts and brackets fairly straightforward....if all else fails, it can just be duck taped in place.

I was amused by this chap's solution, which works best if you have a small nose. It is worth fast-forwarding to 2:20. I like this guy...and his solutions are simple, but clever. He also introduces us to 3M, which is much stronger than velcro and which snaps to itself....no male and female surfaces - I guess you could call it hermaphroditic!

There are a number of test films and mounting solutions for the MD80 and its various equivalents detailed on YouTube. I like this bar mount for a conventional camera, which I found on ebay...very cute design! I may produce something similar, but without the folding legs....and fix lockable universal joint where that bolt is...and on top of it have a mounting plate to which the MD80 can be stuck. (I have some dexion racking which has a similar pattern of holes on it, I just realised.)

Nick also suggested using a suction cup on the side of my helmet (though he was thinking of the sort used to pull dents out of car panels). I found this one on ebay. I emailed them and Sally got back to me to say their parent company supplies a company which makes suction fittings for just that - cameras on helmets! Apparently, they use the 32mm and 47mm cups with the brass screws.

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Ground handling (how to store an aeroplane at home and get it to the airfield)

A trial flight in a Thruster, when I was 28, c.1991

I have started to learn to fly before...TWICE! First time round I had just graduated and got a job at an aerodrome in Cornwall, where I earned flying hours by fuelling microlights, giving hourly weather reports to the Met office etc. The weather was bad, so there was little flying to be had...and in the end I was paid with broken propellers and bits of crashed fuselage to hang on the wall. The boss was a great bloke called Ian Stokes, who had been a leading light in forming the BMAA and had manufactured Thrusters in the early days . In retirement he moved to The Gambia and became a publican and, shockingly, was murdered this year.

Flying Rogues

ten years on from my first experiences at Moorland Flying School (and now nearly ten years ago) the flying school was under new management and my girlfriend and I booked full courses. We both made good progress initially but never felt we were being moved on and had difficulty pinning the instructor down to signing our logbooks. When another instructor signed himself as P1, we got suspicious, contacted the CAA and were horrified to learn that our instructor did not have a current instructor rating, that we had not been insured and that none of our hours counted towards our licences. We were eventually refunded and the instructors were prosecuted by the CAA.

The very sympathetic CAA investigator spoke to the BMAA on our behalf and my hours have been allowed to count (at the discretion of the school). But in point of fact, I flew way over the minimum number of hours subsequently, so it is really quite academic in the end.

Around 2001 an instructor in Norfolk tried to convince me that if I bought his aeroplane he could teach me at a cut rate, as I'd then be using my own plane. Great idea, I thought, except that it turned out that the aircraft in question had failed a noise test and could not be used from the instructor's field. He later admitted that I would have to learn on his aeroplane at the normal rate. He resisted showing me the paperwork, kept avoiding me and eventually, when it was quite clear I wasn't going to buy without the paperwork, told me to F-off.

So far my experience has been that there are a lot of rogues in flying, which is one reason why I was so very impressed by the professional set-up at Sywell.

by air to Africa

My sister and I were lucky to fly many thousands of miles in the 1960s and '70s in many aircraft types, including BOAC VC-10s, Boeing 707s and even a Nigerian Airways Dakota, as our dad (and later our mum) had teaching posts in Kenya and Nigeria. Those were still the romantic days of flying, when passengers walked across tarmac and up steps, rather than walking down the tubes that have turned passenger flying into a mundane affair. (Mind you, aren't take-offs still incredibly exciting!?)

Back then air hostesses GAVE children the sorts of nick-nacks that their parents have to pay fortunes for from the airline catalogue these days; things like model aeroplanes, keyrings etc. We were also given sweets to help us cope with depressurisation. (And they were hostesses, so nobody give me a hard time)

Mum says that I cracked my first joke when I was small, on a flight out to Kenya, when I said, "Mummy, shouldn't there be a wing on this side of the plane too". Apparently I got her with that one.

At Kano airport I remember standing behind an engine and thinking how hot it still was....and then being told that the engine was cold. The heat was Kano. I got a headache and took several days to aclimatise.

The airport perri-ways at Kano were littered with aircraft that didn't make it, including a burnt-out Mig 15. The Nigerian Airforce flew them and my dad played squash with one of their pilots, Ben, at the Kano Club. I recall a Mig fly-past on my birthday. Was it arranged with Ben over a beer? Was it a pure coincidence?

At Entebbe airport (Uganda) I remember climbing down the steps on to the runway and being encircled by soldiers with machine guns, who then went through all our belongings and confiscated my cherished Swiss Army penknife, purchased on one of numerous European stop-overs. That was in the twitchy time after the Israeli hijacking ...and mum had to stifle my protests.

Before my first flight to Nairobi, as an infant, I was scared stiff. I didn't understand that I wouldn't have to sit astride the fuselage, as I did on my pedalcar! In a funny way, I not only overcame that fear but have come full circle; microlighting is just like sitting on that pedalcar......open to the elements - real flying!