How about a rope ladder ? :-)
I could never manage those happily. The trick, I was taught, is to put one leg at each side of the ladder to prevent pushing it away from you but I still wasn't good at it. Could never climb a rope either ... Spouse went up and down them like a monkey.
Mary
Not in flight I hope ...
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember Dave saying something like:
Had to jump up and down on it to get the bloody thing straight, I suppose.
Do you know what a taileron is then?
Dave
I would have loved a flight 'in' the aircraft, but not 'on' it. In a power dive, it is rumoured to change the location of your last meal vertically :-(
Dave
The message from Dave contains these words:
It's a bloke called Ron who makes clothes?
I once had a 20 minute flight in a Hercules.
Looking out over Wiltshire from the rear doors was fabulous.
Going back to Lyneham the low resonance, the smell of aero fuel and the physical throbbing was awful. I felt terrible, couldn't fasten my seat belt and shut my eyes. Then I saw red flashes through closed lids and knew I was dying. I didn't actually vomit but didn't really want to live either ...
Afterwards my RAF son, who'd been sitting opposite me, said that I'd looked green. I said how bad I'd felt, he said that he could tell that, that's why he took pictures of me for the record. Those were the flashes.
Mary
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