Monthly Archive for September, 2010

A Messerschmitt in my garden

Well, not my garden exactly but a few hundred yards from it and, naturally, not when I owned the property. But this rather fuzzy photograph from Monday 30 September 1940 shows 4/JG27 Messerschmitt Bf109E (work number 6306) after force-landing in a paddock next to the cricket pitch at Pelsham House near Rye.

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It had been engaged on escort duties but suffered radiator damage in combat and its pilot, Unteroffizier R.Hammer, obviously put it down where he could, apparently tearing off both wings when he passed between two oak trees. He was captured by members of the Home Guard and removed to Benenden Hospital, only slightly injured. The 109, serial number 7, was declared a write-off but who shot it down, I have been unable to discover.

This is positively the last entry relating to the Battle of Britain during this memorable month but I thought it worth logging as a contrast to some of the painstaking excavations of downed fighter aircraft where fragments of gun-buttons or canopy handles are turned over and marvelled at.

I wonder what became of this largely intact machine? The small shed in the background, by the way, used to contain the groundsman’s mower for tending the cricket pitch before the war. It still exists today and looks exactly the same from our sitting room window.

F For Fake

Someone asked me the other day if I’d fought in the Battle of Britain.

Flattering in one way but not in another; that would put me in my late eighties. But it made me realise that I’ve got to an age where you can claim pretty well anything and nobody will contradict you. Frank Barnard - PilotTake this photograph for example. Does it:

a) show the youthful student pilot after going solo on a Tiger Moth during World War Two (note the authentic Sidcot suit, helmet and Mk VIII goggles)

b) ditto during National Service in the 1950s before progressing to Hawker Hunters and taking on MIGs in Korea

c) shooting a line at Rochester Airport in 1957?

The answer is c). I was nineteen at the time, the age of many pilots who fought the Luftwaffe in 1940. A newspaper reporter named Gordon Anckorn, who worked for the Sevenoaks Chronicle (I was on the Kent Messenger), was a qualified pilot and took me up several times in the Tiger. Stunts over the Thames Estuary, ‘you have control’ and so on. But somehow (and ironically as it turned out) I never took it up. I didn’t fly again for years, and then in commercial airlines.

During my two years in the RAF the only aircraft I saw were the dummy fighters at the station gates. But looking at this image, that unlined face, this kid quite prepared to experience the most violent aerobatics Gordon could perform without a thought for personal safety makes you realise (if it needs saying again) how tragically young many of those pilots were seventy years ago, before they’d barely got a grasp on life. Everything seems a cliche at the moment, given the exhaustive programming about the Few but, like all cliches, there is of course an essential truth that should not, must not be forgotten.

By the way, I met Gordon at the Farnborough Air Show years later and he asked: ‘ Do you remember that time in the Tiger when we got lost in fog over the Thames Estuary and we were running low on fuel?’ I did not because he had neglected to tell me at the time, unaware and snug in the forward cockpit thinking I was Biggles. How close we can come to disaster without realising it; a sobering reflection on how it was for too many young pilots who never knew what hit them…

More from me and Meint

9 September 2010
Hi Frank,
Thanks for the recent update on your blog. Who says writers have it easy?
Your new book sounds like a must-have for the Christmas list for 2011. Shame we have to wait a bit longer but I suppose that will make it all the more enjoyable once it’s there. Any sign of the characters of your first three novels?
Meint Dijkstra (long-term Cambridge resident but Dutch national, hence unusual name)

10 September 2010
Dear Meint,
Just caught your e.mail after a research trip to Brooklands. As to Kit and Ossie I’m afraid they don’t have a place in the current book much to their chagrin. I had them bound for Pantelleria and Sicily with the Eighth Army, Patton etc but the publisher went for this new concept first. Maybe next time. I quite miss them myself actually,
Frank

11 September 2010
Hi Frank,
On the one hand I can’t wait to read more about Kit and Ossie, on the other your new book sounds mighty interesting too. After three books I still feel there’s plenty of life left in the dynamic duo so, if you have the motivation left, keep them coming please. Plenty of historic moments and figures left to incorporate as well, although I enjoyed the fictional elements of the book just as much. On a slightly separate note, magic scenes at Duxford last weekend with sixteen Spitfires taking to the air at
the same time,
Meint

12 September 2010
Dear Meint,
Much appreciated. I was last at Duxford for the 70th anniversary of the Spitfire, in a marquee signing books alongside Alex Henshaw and other distinguished pilots. Most embarrassing because they’d done it and I’d only made it up. The result was I was almost totally ignored by the aviation buffs and sold just two copies of Blue Man Falling, both to women who felt sorry for me,
Frank

Flying down to Brooklands

The old banked circuit at Brooklands must be one of the most evocative and downright spooky venues that still exist from the very early days of motor-racing and aviation. Not too much remains of the famous track but the Brooklands Society has done a wonderful job of making the most of what’s left. Visitors get a real whiff of the atmosphere there from 1907 to 1939 when war brought an end to the fun and, let’s admit it, often tragedy as well. And occasionally there’s even a whiff of the real thing; Castrol R racing oil as enthusiasts run historic vehicles around the perimeter roads.

I was there with my flying helmet on, as it were, researching the Flying Village that occupied a site on the far side of the main Brooklands Automobile Racing Club buildings (now metamorphosed into the British Automobile Racing Club of which I have long been a member). Some of my characters, between 1910 and 1914, are about to rent a shed at the Flying Village and attempt to break various flying records in England and France. The purpose of the trip was to make sure I get the topography right and uncover that clinching detail that helps to make fiction ring of truth.

BrooklandsPictures show the banking from the Members Bridge (the one including the small figure is looking towards the spot where Clive Dunfee’s Bentley went ‘over the top’ at 130mph with fatal results). old BARC Members RestaurantThe red brick building and white-painted interior is the old BARC Members Restaurant, now being restored with the guidance of English Heritage to an amazingly original state.

Although the full grandeur of the circuit is just a memory Brooklands is required viewing for anyone interested in cars and aeroplanes and you can even join the band of dedicated volunteers who have succeeded in preserving the place against huge odds.

What news?

Good question when related to work in progress. I’m prompted to attempt an answer thanks to an email from a reader in Cambridge, one Meint (sic), who asks: ‘Any more updates on the new book? Do you already have a release date and any more hints on plot/characters? Have really enjoyed your first three efforts, hope there are many more to follow.’

On the last point, Meint, so do I but approaching 73 you can’t promise. To complete the current novel is the prime objective.
As to release date, late 2011 at the present rate of progress. I was chased by Headline Review, ‘my’ publisher within the Hachette empire, to deliver the already overdue MS by early December but I’ve only completed 65,000-words so far with a similar amount remaining. The only reassurance I could give my patient and supportive editor Martin Fletcher is that I believe the work is pretty good. The reasons for the delay: a period of ill-health and a projected house-move followed by a dispute with a neighbouring land-owner over boundaries and a right-of-way that may well end up in court; costly in time and money.

Hints on plot and characters? Well, its’ central figure is emerging as something of a monster, most interesting to write; perceived by the world in general as an aviation hero (as indeed he is) but gradually revealed as a predatory and unprincipled swine with unfortunate political ambitions. The effects of said swine on those around him, particularly a son, provide the motive power of the plot.

It’s been enjoyable to deal with real locations in Kent, Sussex and France, particularly Alfriston and Rye. I said jokingly to Martin that, on publication, I hoped signs would appear along the roads: You Are Now Entering Barnard Country. But weaving in historical fact as the fictional plot progresses is a fascinating exercise. This morning for example I’m focussing on the Flying Village that existed at Brooklands before the Great War, where my aviator is about to begin his flying career, in flashback I might add because the chapters not only develop the story from the perspective of different characters but also at different dates, back and forth in time.

I’m wary of revealing too much because this is new territory for me and I hope my readers will follow me there. Martin thought it might be ‘the
breakthrough novel’; the first three having sold very well but not up there with the mega best-sellers. Who knows? All you can do is plug on, write as carefully and as interestingly as you can and hope it meets, eventually, with approval and enjoyment.

Meanwhile, many thanks to Meint for getting in touch.

To DVD or not to DVD

A recommendation and a warning.

Oldie magazine asked me to review two DVDs marking the 70th anniversary of the Battle of Britain. For my full report see the September issue, out now at all good outlets. However, while Voice From The Battle Of Britain (lst Take £14.95) satisfactorily tells the tale, The Battle Of Britain: 70th Anniversary (Go Entertain £12.99) does not, despite offering three discs to lst Take’s one.

I won’t labour the point here but Go Entertain’s claim that their product is ‘a blow-by-blow account of the close-run conflict’ is precious thin, as are further claims that it is ‘expertly edited’ and ‘the story as never told before.’ Although perhaps the last is nearer the truth. As I concluded my review, between these two offerings there is, as in 1940, a clear winner.