Been at an overnight fly in at an old WW2 reconnaissance Squadron Strip at Commarlie Creek about 120km by road. On the way home in a big SE wind I though I'd go visual but there was lots of smoke and couldn't see my peninsular. Forgot to program my $100 gps and couldn't read the dial properly so let the brain take me home. After a while I noticed Hills I'd never seen before and looked at my $15 compass and it was reading west instead of north and the GPS said 82.17 kts. ground speed. Turned north then after a while saw Darwin city and tracked up my peninsular like an F1:11 to sincronise with the departing Ferry boat with my Missus on board. (Who needs drugs when you've got a Gyrocopter)

The owner, a retired Uni Prof. Tells the odd story about when the airstrip was an active reco. unit. My favorate one is when a mosquito crew was ordered to fly to Jap. held Rubal and take low level photos. They flew so low they hit the Jap. flag pole and carted some of it including the flag half way home before it fell out of the wing
(Thought i'd better not install the machine-gun)
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