What Ho Chaps! Percy here ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
We spent 5 days in the Coco, just what the doctor ordered,
(last time I saw the doc in blighty she said " A fortnight's fishing on the Shannon Mr Prune, that'll set up, to be sure.)
Then on Monday a big blue 707-400 came in and I hopped aboard sad to leave those nice RAF boys dismantling the fuel systems on their big white bird but I have a schedule to keep, and when I got off at Perth there on the tarmac large as life sat M-ADEE
Once we had rounded up the crew from all the bars and houses of ill repute, we headed out to the east en-route to Edinburgh Field, in a raging blizzard, yes a blizzard in Australia what-ever next.
After two hours, what-ever next, happened. As we crossed between the Great Australian Bight and the Great Victorian Desert just as it got dark all our navigational aids went firstly haywire, and then stopped altogether with the lights going out shortly after, strangely our marker lights, landing lights and radio continued to work, so by dead reckoning and not a bit of luck we limped into Woomera, and as we parked all our gauges and aids came back on-line, I must have brought Murphy with me from the big white bird.
