Phil at full throttle!

This aerial view of our strip is taken from the North West which happens to be the usual direction of the prevailing wind.You can see from the size & shape of the mown strip, in the centre foreground, that we have the flexibility to adapt to variable wind conditions without encountering any major hazards, but it is a meadow full of hills and dales so we enjoy some most interesting ground effects and often rather gusty conditions.


In the background can be seen the M53 Mid Wirral Motorway and to the left, a couple of holes of the Bromborough Golf Club. Immediately to the West of our strip are two small 'Marl Pits', surrounded by bushes & unsuitable for model seaplane operations but they have nevertheless proved to be a trap for more than one flailing model.



The copse of trees to the South may be 70'high, but are situated in a valley and can 'usually' be avoided.


To the North and quite close to the strip is an 8' thorn hedge,

this can be a major psycological barrier when landing into a cold South Easterly,
or in more friendly weather it has been known to act as a rather prickly backstop
for those floaters that really dont want to touch down.


This is the view to the SE with a mown corner of the pits showing,
could you imagine a better, more peaceful, uncluttered place to fly?
The Falcons share the meadow with a herd of gentle black and white Dairy Friesians who are treated like royalty, gentle chiding when they stray onto the strip or slobber over our servos.



The downside is that the farmer (our landlord) occasionally chooses a sunny winter's
afternoon to go slurry spreading.

As one who cannot face even a soiled nappy,
this is one of the few things that can kill the urge to fly!


Great care is taken to ensure that no harm comes to the home herd, and it must be said that they hardly seem to notice the 80db of a fast low pass just feet above their heads.

Every member goes equipped with bin bag, this is an insurance policy so that in the event of an 'unfortunate' every scrap of Balsa, snapped props, batteries, shattered servos and mangled bits of engine are carefully collected for fear of giving a greedy ruminant a major digestive problem.

At some times of the year we 'enjoy' the company of a frisky and very inquisitive group of heifers. Their sudden stampede in your direction can be quite alarming particularly if you are showing off with a fast, low, inverted pass at the time.

Every attempt to house train these animals has failed!
When a member, greasing in, encounters a large steaming cow pat that is when the 'proverbial' hits the fan.!


so our 'groundsman' Phil has volunteered to take on the unenviable task
of wielding the shovel.
Well, after all, our little wheels might get soiled.

The good news is that at 4pm each parting day, the lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, the cowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the strip to fliers and to me! (With apologies to Thomas Gray)