Lympne Aerodrome
The Vickers Vimy Commercial was parked on the grass airstrip, warmed up and ready to go. It was an immense plane, with an open dual-seat cockpit above a cylindrical passenger or cargo bay that could hold ten (10!) passengers in relative comfort.
A wind sock sagged limply on top of the hangar, a perfect day for flying.
It was a fine day, and several planes were up and buzzing about. The newly-created air racing circuit, first established at the airfield a couple years back, was very active and many pilots were former RAF personnel, and friends with JM and Karl.
(There was little animosity for the German airman. Some shred of chivalry had been preserved between enemy flyers during the war. Germany had, after all, lost the war to Jolly old England! Hip hip hooray! The Yanks seemed to want to take personal credit for winning the Great War but it was hoped, perhaps in vain, they would grow out of this urge to take credit for the work of others.)
Inside the hangar hid the Bristol F.2, the "Brisfit" 2-seater. A drop-cloth covered it and perhaps any modifications it might have.
The fuel tanks of the Vickers was full, there was enough petrol to fly up to al Misr house near Walton-on-Naze, then back to London's main airfield, located outside the city at Croydon. Purely hypothetically, of course! JM could fly out with the others and then hangar the Vimy at Croydon, or drop them off and return to Lympne and drive back with Karl.
Inside the fuselage were 5 side-by-side rows of 2 padded leather seats, each with a window. There was a wood interior. No galley, not yet.
OOC: Any colour or paint scheme for the old girl? Name?
This message was last edited by the GM at 12:53, Tue 17 July 2012.