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