The Club

The Fabric Hangar

When the Club had to leave Tarrant Rushton, we eventually settled into Henstridge, where, because of the limited space, we were restricted to aero-towing only. We also had to rig the gliders every day before flying, and as a result, the T21 fell out of use.

After a while we were invited to take a glider to Old Sarum and share the facilities with the Bustard Flying Club. They were the only people operating there at that time and had about 6 or 7 powered aircraft housed in a huge hangar. It was decided to give it a trial so we took the T21 there together with a winch and operated this as a second site beginning October 1981. One instructor, a handful of enthusiasts, and, 75% of the hangar, just for our one glider and kit, unbelievable.
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Parachutists - are they human?

I never had a problem with parachutists, indeed my encounters with them in the air were rare. I never thought of them as super – human, more as almost human and I never had any desire to join their ranks.

First encountered at Tarrant Rushton, we had no parachutists there, but, every Christmas, we held a party for member’s children and Compton Abbas always came to our rescue. They had power flying, gliding and parachute clubs operating cheek by jowl out of a very small flying field.  Father Christmas parachuted into an area of the T/R where the landing could not be observed from the clubhouse and a couple of minutes later a red clad figure with a sack full of goodies emerged to join the party. A great time was had by all and the Children’s entertainer, Sammy Sunshine, stayed on and joined the fun until, many pints later, he put on another show as Sammy Smut.
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