Well after nearly 4 weeks the JetBox was released to service on Friday. Dave and I and planned on collecting her on Saturday but the weather was crap and although we would have been able to get her home we concluded there would be little point, so we put it off until Sunday. There is supposed to be something salubrious about helicopter travel, but it didn’t feel like that at 07:00 yesterday morning when I woke up ready to go and get her. All my options of aviating down to PDG at Wolverhampton were unavailable for one reason or another and we were going by train. Capt Harwood drove to my house, we walked to the local tram station and commuted into Manchester Piccadilly Train station and bought tickets. I also happened to bump into two friends who enquired:
“where are you off to?”
errr I’m going to collect my helicopter and bring her home.
oooh how posh.
Errr no, how bloody inconvenient!!











