It was a miserable day, and I had decided to attend a car show at Bruntingthorpe Airfield.
As it turns out, it was just full of baseball cap-wearing knobheads who had borrowed their grandmother's bog standard VW Polo's for the weekend, and removed the exhaust silencers/applied racing stripes.
Just before we decided to leave (about half hour after arriving), we had a quick look around the small collection of classic planes they have on site.
A bit further up the runway, there were a few huge, more modern beasts, which (honest to god, I swear *cough*) I thought were part of the display.
These were Boeing 747-400 jets - Built in the 90s, and very sadly flown to Bruntingthorpe to be parted out for scrap.
DSLR + 30mm prime lens in hand, and no tripod, we headed towards them - only to be stopped by security, and sent back the way we came.
Bollocks.
However, we were met with a massive stroke of luck - Shortly after we headed back, a bunch of chavs had driven onto the runway, and had begun doing donuts/burnouts, and even started drag racing.
Both of the security vehicles we had seen, hurtled straight over to them.
I looked over at my brother, and not a word was exchanged, but by the time we looked forward again, we had begun a hasty jog towards the planes.
Even more luck - It was open! And a nice flight of stairs for us to hop in
The standard class cabin:
First class:
Bog shot:
Up to the crew rest area:
Ration/survival packs:
Quite possibly the most difficult decision I've ever had to make, was not exiting the aircraft by pulling the cord to this bad boy:
And, in true spirit of "saving the best for last" - I present, the cockpit:
And here's Me:
We couldn't believe it, 30 minutes on the plane, no hassle! But all good things must come to an end...
As we exited the plane, and pushed our luck by heading for the next one, we heard that sound - That unmistakable sound that every urban explorer knows. The one that you know spells the end of your fun...
The sound of a diesel engine, being driven towards you in a way that tells you the security guard behind the wheel is extremely angry that he took his eye off the ball for a few minutes.
My ears were correct - this guy was pretty seriously angry.
He closed the aircraft door, and then moved the staircase away.
We were then promptly marched off site...
I still don't see his problem - there was nothing obvious in the are to say we shouldn't have been there...
Hope you enjoyed
As it turns out, it was just full of baseball cap-wearing knobheads who had borrowed their grandmother's bog standard VW Polo's for the weekend, and removed the exhaust silencers/applied racing stripes.
Just before we decided to leave (about half hour after arriving), we had a quick look around the small collection of classic planes they have on site.
A bit further up the runway, there were a few huge, more modern beasts, which (honest to god, I swear *cough*) I thought were part of the display.
These were Boeing 747-400 jets - Built in the 90s, and very sadly flown to Bruntingthorpe to be parted out for scrap.
DSLR + 30mm prime lens in hand, and no tripod, we headed towards them - only to be stopped by security, and sent back the way we came.
Bollocks.
However, we were met with a massive stroke of luck - Shortly after we headed back, a bunch of chavs had driven onto the runway, and had begun doing donuts/burnouts, and even started drag racing.
Both of the security vehicles we had seen, hurtled straight over to them.
I looked over at my brother, and not a word was exchanged, but by the time we looked forward again, we had begun a hasty jog towards the planes.
Even more luck - It was open! And a nice flight of stairs for us to hop in
The standard class cabin:
First class:
Bog shot:
Up to the crew rest area:
Ration/survival packs:
Quite possibly the most difficult decision I've ever had to make, was not exiting the aircraft by pulling the cord to this bad boy:
And, in true spirit of "saving the best for last" - I present, the cockpit:
And here's Me:
We couldn't believe it, 30 minutes on the plane, no hassle! But all good things must come to an end...
As we exited the plane, and pushed our luck by heading for the next one, we heard that sound - That unmistakable sound that every urban explorer knows. The one that you know spells the end of your fun...
The sound of a diesel engine, being driven towards you in a way that tells you the security guard behind the wheel is extremely angry that he took his eye off the ball for a few minutes.
My ears were correct - this guy was pretty seriously angry.
He closed the aircraft door, and then moved the staircase away.
We were then promptly marched off site...
I still don't see his problem - there was nothing obvious in the are to say we shouldn't have been there...
Hope you enjoyed
