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01 November 2015

The Alarum!

I have to admit to a Pooterish self-congratulation when I can deliver a snappy one-liner. As I was on the night-shift in Rognan, I leapt from my  hotel bed the other afternoon and scrambled down stairs to the muster point with fire bells and sirens wailing all about. The receptionist was concerned that I might be in a state of shock.... 'No, it's just the way I do my hair', I replied smoothly, generating a very satisfying response from the assembled guests. I'd used the line before at Silverstone when I was asked if I was a (visiting) helicopter; having moderately wayward hair helps things along - in fact it's been known to raise a smile without any comment from me.

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The weather had changed in Rognan; the temperature had dropped considerably since I was last there a few weeks ago.

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All those spectacular reds, oranges and shades of green and gold have disappeared....

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... and the snow is back on the mountains. Fortunately, our hire car was equipped with snow tyres which were a complete revelation. Driving on ice and snow over the mountains on our way back to Bodo Airport; the car was incredibly sure-footed without a hint of instability. We don't have harsh enough conditions for them to be mandatory here in the UK but, if I lived anywhere where snow was annually guaranteed, I wouldn't hesitate to invest.

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Just before the airport at Bodo is the Luftfartsmuseum. I was happy to see an Avro 504k with a Sunbeam Dyak engine and it now seems eons away when I was flying up and down the country in my Scarab powered 504. It's funny how little things come back to you - the wear on the steel aileron cable runners which I cured by covering with model aircraft fuel tubing, the tailskid which I beefed up with a Stellite blade and throwing out the Palmer Cords and replacing them with motorcycle tyres.

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The Maelstrom at Saltstraumen was another attraction. Reputed to be one of the strongest in the world, my fellow Magnetiser and I made a brief excursion to the top of a bridge to look down on this wonder of nature.

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We were not there long because it was -3° and with the wind at a modest 10kts, it felt more like -9°. My camera doesn't convey the drama or speed of the currents and certainly doesn't show up the whirlpools that formed with voids at least a couple of metres deep. When they really get going, you can take a ride in a boat and get up close...brrr!

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Back in England it was time to get up a posse for a breakfast run so, in order to get an early start and beat everyone to the Pump House Bakery in Orford, I thought it would be a smart move to fill the tank. On the way back from the garage, alarm bells sounded as a great clattering arose from under the bonnet.

Petrol engines don't run terribly well on diesel.




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