Old Warden:
First Flying Evening '99
The Road to the
Past, by Dave Eade
 The scream of
jets, the smell of the burger stall and the frantic rush to log every thing that moves! We
have all been there, done it and maybe bought the tee-shirt! Unfortunately, a bunch of
Serbs seem to have thrown that plan out of the window for 1999 so we have to look for
something different.The drive from Suffolk to Old Warden, in Bedfordshire, is short enough
to make the Sunset Flying Event at the Shuttleworth Collection well worth the effort.
Forget all the pre-conceptions about string-bags and museum pieces and treat yourself to
this. Its a journey into the past in every way.
Shuttleworth airfield is set within the
magnificence of the Shuttleworth Estate, with the ornate family home peeping through the
trees, and the farm buildings to the East. If one could disguise the car-park, there would
be nothing to date this place; it's as if you have intruded into a 1930s Garden
Party somewhere in Middle England. The different vistas remind one of the many times we
have seen the location, without realising it, in some TV-drama of between the wars.
Arrival mid-day is to be recommended for many reasons, as parking your car at the edge of
the flight-line means fewer cars, more atmosphere. The exhibits are all carefully stored
in pre-war hangars so that, on any non-flying day, they are all perfectly visible in the
museum tour.
By mid-afternoon, however, on May 15th, all
the aircraft were parked out on the grass. A light breeze moved the clouds away fast
enough to wait for a glimpse of sun on these worthy pieces. It would also have helped to
remove a speck of dust had one dared to settle on the immaculate airframes (an interesting
comparison with the new American Air Force museum at Duxford where already the
airframes are covered with a layer of fine cement-like dust). By now the car-park was
filling. It was easy to tell those returning for a second or third show they had
their blankets, baguettes and wine neatly stored in the boots of their convertibles,
three-wheelers and Rolls Royces. Even the arrival of an MG-owners rally somehow kept
the air undisturbed. The principle of the Sunset Show is that, as the sun goes down so
does the wind allowing the priceless vintage airframes and replicas to be shown in
their true home the air.
Starting with the
collection's Spitfire V, one is soon made aware that everything here performs in a unique
way. The cross runway creates a dog-leg in the crowd-line allowing aircraft to turn
through 90 degrees during a pass, or to approach the crowd from front right pass
within 200 yards before disappearing crowd rear to the left. This gives excellent
opportunities for photography especially as the crowd enclosure rises somewhat to
the rear, so the further back you stand the higher you are. The setting sun is also
conveniently to crowd-rear.The uniqueness of the display is exemplified by the list of
participants. The Spitfire, being the newest, fastest and noisiest started the
flying, but we were then taken on a lazy drift in time with The Bristol
Fighter, Sopwith Pup and Triplane, an immaculate silver Hind
complete with Hucks starter, and a gorgeous Gladiator.
Trainers were not left out, with the beautiful Tutor in
1930s trainer yellow and the Avro 504. The inclusion of 1990s carbon-fibre and
aerobatic styles in the form of the CAP 232 flown by Richard Pickin did nothing to destroy
the mood in fact in a funny way just made one appreciate these old-timers all the
more. To include the Avro 504 and the Bleriot made one almost weep with nostalgia. There
was something here that was different!
Shuttleworth is
not all about aeroplanes. When the collection was created it furthered Tom
Shuttleworths interest in all machine and a large collection of cycles, motor cycles
and cars has been made. These like the aircraft are in immaculate condition and are
constantly puttering along the flight-line with, yes, the drivers and passengers in period
costume. If this article is sounding like an advertisement for the Shuttleworth Collection
at Old Warden, near Biggleswade, Bedfordshire, that's exactly what it is! Give yourself a
treat go there!
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