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Early motoring years P3

So, it must be 1981. I’d moved on from a Mini and acquired the first of many Triumph Vitesses. SUT 355H (which still seems to survive according to the DVLA database) was a rough 1969 Mark II saloon, exquisitely finished in red oxide primer with a white roof. These were the days when you could pick one of these 60’s gems up for peanuts.

I don’t have any photos of that particular one, but the ones above show a nice Mark II convertible that I had in 1992 for a while

Anyway, back to the 80’s. SUT was rapidly equipped with a) a CB radio (see previous post) and an overdrive. Then, due to their nut and bolt construction, the roof came off. Driving a saloon with the roof off and without the additional strengthening of the original convertible gave new meaning to scuttle shake, and often a door or two would spring open during spirited cornering, which was a bit less dangerous a task than on a Mark 1 due to the supposed rear suspension redesign.

A rotten rear outrigger didn’t improve the handling, and a propshaft UJ exploding at speed causing the propshaft to flail around dementedly wasn’t quite so much fun, but it did lead directly to an interesting encounter with a young lady that I won’t go into here, so every cloud etc…

As an aside, I went to see a guy in Aylesbury around 1982 to buy a tonneau cover for my convertible. At the time he had an as-new and low mileage late Mark II convertible in Damson in his heated garage, that he was looking to sell. £1500 would have bought it apparently…but a) I thought he was mad, and b) I only had about £150.

Over the next 3 or 4 years I had, I think, at least another 4 of them, possibly more, ranging from an early 1600 saloon through to a couple of Mark II convertibles, but the finest one was a Mark II saloon in black with red interior, minilites, SAH twin-pipe exhaust, and a webasto sunroof. I bought it from a mate locally who’d restored it, and fitted a highly-tuned motor to it. Suffice to say he managed to blow the motor up, and then lost interest. I had a similar one that was falling apart at the seams, but had a good engine, so bought his and, over a weekend, transferred the running gear over to his beautiful shell. It was my pride and joy and I kept it for quite a while before having to sell it in 1985 for the deposit on a house. I was then, for a while, relegated to a Morris Minor for a while, but that’s dull.

Apart from the one in the pictures that I had in 1992, I’ve never had another one, although if a good one came up I’d be interested.

Next time (when I can be bothered) we’ll move onto classic Fords (or at least Fords that are acknowledged classics now, but were just cheap performance cars then)…

STOP PRESS! NEW AIRCRAFT ANNOUNCED – PILOTS COMPLAIN “IT LOOKS NOTHING LIKE THE OLD ONE”

1943 TYPHOON
2019 TYPHOON

1964 LIGHTNING
2019 LIGHTNING
1998 DEFENDER 90
2020 DEFENDER 90

This reminds me of the excessive hype around the launch of the Evoque. Sitting in the pub with a bunch of mates some time in 2011ish, it’d long been a great source of mirth that one of my friends had ordered one of the very first Evoques, and it’s build date was constantly being delayed. To wind him up, the inevitable ‘enjoying your new Evoque?’ question came up…

He responded with “at least they’ve given me a window now..”

To which the inevitable response “What? Are they sending them out in kit form now? “

Early motoring years contd

It’s 1981 – While the Bug was finding a new home, I was busy coveting my next door neighbour’s mk3 Mini. BPC 576H was black, fitted with an MG1100 engine with twin SU’s, Cooper front discs, revolution wheels with flared arches, bucket seats, and a myriad of extra dials in one of those ‘custom’ dashes. Sounds good, right? Apart from the badly-painted flames down the side that is, and the furry dice.

They were the first things to go. Both of them.

Next up was the fitting of a fibreglass flip front. No idea why now, but at the time I’m sure it was a great idea.

As always with Mini’s, it felt faster than it really was. I recently had a lovely mark 3 Cooper S in stock, and it reminded me just how much fun they are, and 50mph feels like 100 in a normal car. Also, nearly 40 years on, I looked at the rear accommodation in the S and wondered how exactly I succeeded in having carnal relations therein. And with a woman! A combination of needs must and the enthusiasm and suppleness of youth I suppose…

Anyway it was the first of what we today regard as the ‘classic’ Mini – a few followed over the years including a white clubman with 1380 engine, roll cage etc, and a Mark 1 850 automatic that was ideal for scooting around London in the mid 90’s.

Not sure what happened to the old girl, but it no longer seems to exist.

THE STORY OF FLT SGT ARTHUR WALLER AND HIS CREW

On the night of D-Day, 6th June 1944, 578 Squadron were briefed to attack the railway marshalling yards at Chateaudun, to hamper German reinforcements trying to get to Normandy.

The raid was successful, with the loss of just one Halifax and it’s crew of seven. The aircraft was piloted by my Great Uncle, Flight Sergeant Arthur Alfred Waller (1337807) and this is his story.

colourized picture of Arthur Waller, taken on home leave in the back garden of his parent’s house 95 Tewkesbury Road Tottenham London N16, probably around 10 days before his death.

Having migrated from rural north Essex in the mid 1800’s in search of work, the Waller family settled, and multiplied, in Tottenham, North London. Arthur, born 23rd August 1921, was the second youngest of 9 children born to Thomas and Ada Waller (nee Pickworth). His elder brother William, my Grandfather, was 15 years older, and hence Arthur became a kind of surrogate ‘big brother’ to my late father, who was 9 years younger than Arthur.

Thomas and Ada Waller seen left

Like most young men of the era, Arthur left school at 14. He trained as an oxy-acetelyne welder. According to my father, he always had a passion for aircraft, and hence volunteered for the RAF in early 1941. Living in London and being exposed to the tensions of the Blitz likely gave him extra motivation to ‘do his bit’.

training

After nearly a year of ‘square bashing’ and training in the ways of the RAF at various depots around the country, he was sent for pilot training in March 1942 at 2 ITW in Cambridge, probably initially on Tiger Moth and then Miles Magister aircraft. At the time, the RAF”s priority was bomber pilots, as Bomber Command was in the throes of massive expansion, and hence in September 1942 he was posted to Canada for training on multi-engined aircraft – probably initially Avro Ansons, and then Airspeed Oxfords . The big four-engined machines wouldn’t feature until his return to England, and HCU.

He was awarded his coveted ‘wings’ on 30th April 1943, which would have been a proud moment for any young man, and his service record shows his character as ‘very good’ and his flying proficiency as ‘satisfactory’. Just one of thousands of young men that were deemed responsible and competent enough to fly a 30-ton heavy bomber with 6 other men under their care.

It’s unclear from his service record when he returned from Canada, but he was with 1531 BAT flight at RAF Cranage, on Airspeed Oxfords, in August 1943. ‘Beam Approach’ training was vital for bomber pilots who, having learnt to fly. and land, in the wide open spaces and clear skies of Canada, would soon have to do it for real in the rather more congested, and bad weather prone, skies of Western Europe.

Further training followed at 11(P)AFU at RAF Wheaton Aston, again on Airspeed Oxfords. Pilots such as Arthur, who had come through the Empire Training Scheme, received refresher and night training on Airspeed Oxford aircraft at Wheaton Aston before being posted out to an Operational Training Unit

He was posted to 10 OTU at RAF Abingdon on 28th September 1943, and it was here that he would have ‘crewed up’ with 5 of the 6 other men who shared his eventual fate in June 1944. The process of how RAF bomber crews got together has been explained elsewhere, so I won’t go into that. Unusually for this stage of the war, the all-NCO crew that settled together were all English, and from a variety of backgrounds. They were:

  • Sgt. Robert Brough, navigator (before enlisting, a policeman) service no. 1544100, and mistakenly shown as ‘Air Bomber’ in CWGC records and gravestone
  • Sgt. Owen Sisley, bomb aimer, aged 30, married, from Islington, London, service no 1398598
  • Sgt. Stanley Moss, wireless operator, aged 21, married, from Peckham Rye, London, service number 1449858
  • Sgt. James Taylor, mid upper gunner, aged 34, married, from Sheffield service no 2211923
  • Sgt. David Taylor, rear gunner, aged 19, from Hanwell, Middlesex service no 1892039

For the next 5 months, the crew set about learning to work as a team, and learning how to (hopefully) survive. Bomber Command’s losses in the Autumn/Winter of 1943/44 were at a height, so the thought of surviving once you’d got to grips with the enemy, or vice versa, might have seemed a distant prospect. However, one always felt it was the other fella who’d get the chop..

However, night flying around Southern England in the clapped-out Armstrong Whitworth Whitleys that 10 OTU used was dangerous enough for the time being. As Whitley’s didn’t have a mid-upper turret, it’s likely that the gunners swapped between the front and rear turrets on an ad-hoc basis, although by the time they got onto ops, the 19 year old David Taylor was the rear gunner.

On 1st Feb 1944 the crew were posted to 1658 HCU at RAF Marston Moor, where they converted onto the Halifax. 4-engined bombers needed a Flight Engineer, and so the crew was completed by Sgt George Armstrong. George, from Oxhill, Co Durham, had been a miner before enlisting, and was 27

George Armstrong, Flight Engineer, service no 991466 seen left

Operations

On 27th April 1944, the complete crew were deemed ready for operations, and posted to 578 Squadron, flying Halifax III’s at RAF Burn, near Selby. Also arriving that day were another new crew, that of Pilot Officer Geoff Sanders, who were rather luckier and survived their tour.

578 Squadron hadn’t existed long, and didn’t have a rich tradition, but under the leadership of Wing Cdr David Wilkerson had become a formidably efficient unit by April 1944. Indeed, the only Halifax VC was won (albeit posthumously) by Sgt Cyril Barton after the disastrous Nuremberg raid at the end of March 1944. By all accounts 578 seems to have been a happy squadron, with good morale.

By the end of April 1944, Bomber Command had largely switched from the costly and very dangerous deep-penetration raids into Germany to attacking infrastructure targets in France, Belgium and Holland in preparation for the upcoming invasion. Not easy by any means, but a fair bit less dangerous than going to Berlin…

The crew were given 3 days to settle in (578’s ORB states 3 unnamed crews undertook bombing practice on the 29th – it’s likely the Waller and Sanders crews were 2 of them, being new), before being among 24 crews detailed for ops on the night of the 30th. One can only imagine the mixture of excitement and fear on seeing your name, for the first time, on said roster.

Operation 1

The target was Acheres, 20km NW of Paris. The 578 ORB states 1 aircraft failed to take off, moderate visibility on the route out, fine and clear over France. Attack most successful, all captains reporting the Pathfinder markers were right on the spot, and may large explosions seen over target, with very little opposition from flak or fighters. All aircraft carried 11500lb’s of bombs, and all returned to base safely.

The Waller crew took LK-D MZ617 (shot down by night fighter 21st July 1944 – target Bottrop – all crew KIA) to Acheres, taking off at 21:39, bombing at 00:01 from 14000ft, and landing at 02:44.

Operation 2

There was little time to rest, as the next night, 1st May 1944, 578 sent 16 Halifaxes to the rail yards at Malines, in Belgium. Not a successful raid by all accounts – bad ground haze over the target, and PFF marking scattered. All crews returned safely

The crew took LK-H LK834 (lost in a mid-air collision with another 578 Halifax over Farnsfield returning from Bottrop 21st July 1944 with both crews being killed, details of their memorial here) to Malines, taking off at 22:05, bombing at 23:49, and landing at 02:22. Their debriefing reported ‘ only 2 fires seen, Master Bomber almost useless’.

Operation 3

578’s next op was a week later, on the 8th. The ORB states that, in the interim, on the 2nd the crews were treated to a lecture by W/Cdr Hamish Mahaddie DSO DFC of 8 Group on PFF techniques, on the 3rd crews flew Fighter Affiliation, on the 5th bombing practice, and on the 7th the crews were paraded in front of the AOC 4 Group, which would have meant some smartening up! But on the night of the 8th, 578 sent 16 aircraft to ‘enemy defences’ at Berneval, on the coast near Dieppe. It seems to have been a successful raid, in bright mooonlight, and with good marking. and no opposition.

The crew again took LK-H LK834 to Berneval, taking off at 21:37, bombing from 8500ft, and landing at 01:15. They were probably quite pleased with themselves as their debrief states; ‘stick of bombs seen bursting just to right of markers, followed by more bursts right among the markers’.

Operation 4

Once again, little rest, as the next night, 9th May, 578 sent 13 aircraft to attack a coastal gun battery at Morsalines, on the Normandy coast. Again the raid was deemed successful, and all aircraft returned.

This time, the Waller crew took LK-E LK934 (something wrong here with the records, as LK934 is listed as being lost over Belgium with 425 Squadron the same night, so probably the trusty LK834 again), taking off at 01:37, bombing from 9300ft and landing at 05:29.

Operation 5

The crew wern’t detailed for the 578 raid on Lens on the 10th May, but were back on the board for the 11th May, when 578 sent 17 aircraft to Trouville, again on the Normandy coast. Not a very succesful raid – winds 70 degrees out causing them to be late over the target so markers gone, poor visibility, scattered bombing, some light flak but no losses.

The Waller crew were again in LK-H LK834 for this one, taking off at 22:38, bombing late at 00:56, and landing at 02:56. Operation 5 completed.

The crew then appear to have been stood down for an extended period, (likely on well-earned leave after 5 ops, and the above photo of Arthur was taken during this period – he certainly came home to Tottenham, as my Father, then nearly 14, clearly remembered trying on his flying jacket) and hence missed the raids on Orleans, Boulogne, and Aachen, but were back on ops for Bourg Leopold in Belgium on the 27th. This proved to be a rather more eventful trip to the previous 5 relatively straightforward ones.

Operation 6

578 sent 23 aircraft to attack the German military camp at Bourg Leopold on the night of the 27th/28th. The raid was a success, with good marking and bomb concentration, but was far more heavily defended by flak and night fighters than any other raid the crew had taken part in. 2 of 578’s Halifaxes were in combat with the Nachtjagd, and both sustained damage – LK-O LW496 was attached by a Dornier 217 with the wireless op’s position being hit, and the wireless op injured, and LK-Z LW474 which was attacked whilst on it’s bomb run, which caused the port inner engine to catch fire. Both aircraft returned, but all aircraft were diverted away from Burn to other airfields due to bad weather.

This time, the crew took LK-J MZ560 (which appears to have survived the war) on this op, taking off from Burn at 00:16, bombing at 02:15, and landing at Silverstone at 04:32. In debriefing they commented that the Master Bomber was very clear, and that their bombs were seen to burst near the target markers. Presumably they flew back to Burn from Silverstone the next morning, when the weather had cleared.

Operation 7

578 didn’t operate again until 31st May, when they sent 23 Halifaxes to attack Trappes, just to the West of Paris. They battled through thunderstorms and 10/10ths cloud over England both out and back, but the weather over the target was fine and clear. The bombing seems to have been a success.

Again the crew took LK-J MZ560, taking off at 22:01, bombing at 00:35, and landing at Burn at 03:21. Apart from the weather, this appears to have been an uneventful trip for them.

Amazingly, in May 1944 578 Squadron only suffered 1 casualty, the wireless op Sgt Costidell, on the Bourg Leopold raid, who was wounded.

Operation 8

On the night of June 1st/2nd, 578 sent 16 aircraft to attack the bunker complex at Haringzelles, on the coast between Boulogne and Calais. This operation wasn’t a success due to 10/10ths cloud over the target, and 4 crews (the Waller crew among them) decided not to bomb, for fear of hitting civilian targets.

Again the crew took LK-J MZ560, this time with ‘special equipment’ fitted – Monica tail warning radar, and API? (possibly aiming point indicator – if so it didn’t do them any favours this time). It seems most 578 aircraft had just had Monica fitted, although unbeknownst to the crews it was worse than useless as the enemy had already developed Flensburg, a passive detector that homed in on Monica emissions. It was removed in July 1944 when a captured Ju88 gave up it’s secrets.

The crew took off at 23:41 and reported that 10/10th’ s cloud over the target prevented them from identifying the target and aiming by anything other than guesswork, and jettisoned all but 2 1000lb bombs which presumably ‘hung up’ It must have been a nervous, delicate landing back at Burn at 03:08, but they got away with it.

Operation 9

The crew didn’t fly on the Boulogne trip on the 4th, but in the early hours of D-day, the 6th June, 578 sent 22 aircraft to hit the gun battery at Mont Fleury, which overlooked the British and Canadian beaches that would be invaded at dawn.

The weather was cloudy over Southern England, and over the Channel, and over the target was in two layers. Eighteen 578 Halifaxes, at the lower level, ‘successfully bombed the target’ according to the ORB, between 04:37 and 04:44, just as dawn was breaking. However 3 aircraft flying at a greater height, including the Waller crew, jettisoned their bombs in the sea as they couldn’t see the target, or any markers, through the cloud. 578 suffered a severe loss on this op, as Sqn Ldr Watson, one of the flight commanders, and 3 of his crew were killed when their Halifax was hit by falling bombs from another aircraft. at 04:37

The Waller crew took Lk-H LK809 (which was a very long lived airframe and seems to have survived the war) on this one, taking off at 02:41 on their penultimate trip. They stated in debrief that ‘no markers were seen and target not attacked’, with the bomb load jettisoned at 4:46, landing back at base 07:21. Although not explicitly stated in the ORB, as the return time was rather greater than the time to target, I suspect the crew, along with their fellow airmen, took a bit of time out to throttle back and gaze in wonder, at the sight of the largest armada the world has ever seen, approaching the beaches. It must have been something to see, and no doubt they were in a particularly buoyant mood when they landed back at Burn for the last time.

Operation 10

Naturally, this was a period of ‘maximum effort’ in support of the invasion, but no doubt all 27 of the 578 crews were raring to go when they were briefed just a few hours later, in the early evening of June 6th, for a raid on the marshalling yards at Chateaudun, around 120km South of the invasion beaches. 2 aircraft became unserviceable, but the other 25 took off between 23:14 and 23:51, formed up, and set course in 10/10ths cloud due South. It was strictly forbidden (for obvious reasons) for crews to fly over London, so they tended to deviate slightly to the West, which would have brought them over my home in Henley-on-Thames, before crossing the Channel at Selsey Bill. For one 578 crew, this would be their last sight of the English coast. . The cloud had dispersed by the time they passed over Henley, according to the ORB, and visibility was good.

Arthur and crew took off from Burn at 23:46, (so one of the last to get away, and so presumably one of the last over target) in what appears to have been a new aircraft, LK-H_, MZ619, (of which more later) , and set course for Chateaudun, with 16 x 500lb GP bombs in the bay.

The squadron ORB states; ‘aircraft bombed the target between 02:03 and 02:16 hrs at between 6600ft and 11300ft. Weather good, opposition negligible’ – something of an understatement perhaps, in one case at least. ‘Master Bombers instructions clearly heard. Bombing well concentrated and visual obtained of target area. No combats, but 3 crews reported seeing an unidentified twin engined aircraft, and one single engined, in the target area. The operation was considered a great success’.

But at least 20 civilians paid the ultimate price.

aerial reconnaissance picture 9th June 1944 showing extensive damage to the marshalling yards, and the area of Chateaudun to the East

The squadron ORB goes on to say ‘ 24 aircraft returned to land at base. Halifax III MZ619 LK H Captain Sgt A A Waller failed to return from this operation’ and ‘nothing heard from this crew after leaving base’.

All 7 crew were posted as ‘missing’, (they wouldn’t actually be declared dead until 1946), and telegrams with the terse ‘missing on operations over enemy territory’ would have gone out to next of kin, including to 95 Tewkesbury Road. Doubtless my great grandparents clung forlornly to the hope that their son had survived and been taken prisoner.

As it happened, Arthur died not knowing that he’d been promoted to Flight Sergeant in May 1944, as the notification didn’t come through until July 1944.

They would have received his personal effects a short while later. Sadly their pain wasn’t over, as in February 1945 a V2 rocket exploded on impact just to the North East of their house, damaging it and most of the other houses at the eastern end of Tewkesbury Road beyond economic repair. As a consequence most of the houses were demolished and blocks of flats now stand in their place.

My father, at 14, was devastated at the loss of his ‘big brother’ and joined the RAF in 1948.

Thomas and Ada retired to a bungalow in Canvey Island and lived there for the rest of their lives. But in the great storm surge of 1953 their bungalow was badly damaged (my father, who was an excellent swimmer, had to rescue them from their roof) and sadly what little keepsakes they had of Arthur were lost in the flood.

Some notes on LK-H_, MZ619

MZ619 seems to have been a ‘new’ aircraft (at least to 578 squadron) as it doesn’t appear in any squadron records before it’s one and only trip on the night of the 6th/7th June. It was built as a standard Halifax III by English Electric in Preston between Feb and March 1944.

The ORB states ‘no special equipment carried’ which, as all the other 24 578 squadron Halifaxes that flew that night were fitted with both Monica and API, would indicate that it arrived on squadron too soon before the ‘maximum effort’ to be so fitted, which seems to bear out the theory that it was new.

MZ619 was actually coded LK-H (with a _, or bar, under the H) although most if not all records miss out the bar. Presumably there was more than 26 aircraft on 578’s strength at the time.

On first joining a squadron, crews tended to be given older, hack aircraft to fly, until they’d proved themselves capable , or at least managed to get back in one piece at least 5 to 6 times. Obviously thereafter, for reasons of unserviceability, battle damage, or crew leave, some crews still chopped and changed aircraft, but generally speaking, once a crew had reached a certain level, and survived, they would thereafter fly a ‘regular’ aircraft, often one freshly delivered from a Maintenance Unit. The Waller crew had reached said level. so it’s possible that MZ619 would have become ‘their’ Halifax thereafter, had they come back from Chateaudun.

However, their remains lie in a collective grave in the CWGC section at Villeneuve St Georges cemetery, just under the takeoff flypath from Orly airport, some 100km North East of Chateaudun, just outside Paris. Why there? We’ll come to that. Meanwhile here are photos of the gravestones, taken June 2024

tracking down records, finding the crash site etc.

As I grew up, I developed an insatiable thirst for everything to do with the wartime RAF, doubtless helped along by my father regaling me with tales of his Uncle, trying on his flying jacket etc. I have 2 hazy childhood memories: a) visiting the graves above sometime in the mid 1970’s with my parents, whilst on holiday in France, and b) driving with my parents (possibly the same holiday) past Chateaudun airfield on the road to Orleans, with my father saying ‘Arthur’s plane went down somewhere around here’. But we knew no more than that, and the official records state ’cause of loss not known’. Pre-internet, such research was very difficult.

I always kept it in the back of my mind to do something about it, and my father’s death in 2006, after a long illness, only intensified that feeling, but life, a growing family, and a demanding job rather put paid to that for nearly 20 years.

The official records, whilst stating ’cause of loss not established’, did at least give some clue as to where the Halifax fell, saying ‘crashed 150m from level crossing between Jallans, and Lutz-en-Dunois’.

Jallans is a small community just to the South East of Chateaudun, and just north of Chateaudun airfield, which was an important German night fighter base at the time, and far bigger than it is now. So I had a starting point.

In summer 2022, my wife and I were touring in France, and I realised our route would take us near Chateaudun. So we decided to see what we could find. Unfortunately, there are two level crossings (from the now-disused railway that ran from Chateaudun to supply the airfield) and, 78 years on, there were no obvious signs of a 30-ton heavy bomber having crashed near either location.

When we got home, I decided the only way was to enlist some local help. Through the power of social media, I put a request in to Christophe of GNR 3945, who co-ordinates all sorts of historical works on WW2 military sites in France, and he put me in touch with Michel Leroueil, an aviation enthusiast based near Chateaudun, who, it turns out, had researched the crash sites of several, mainly allied, aircraft crash sites in the area, including MZ619. Over many phone calls and emails, and some brushing up of my French, iI established that Michel knew roughly where MZ619 had crashed, and indeed had some small parts of it in his extensive collection.

In August 2023 (we chose then as the crash field had just been ploughed – Michel knows about these things being a retired farmer) my son and I went back to Jallans and met with Michel and his family, and enjoyed wonderful hospitality from them. We visited the enormous field (with the landowner’s express permission) where Michel said MZ619 fell, and, using the guide of ‘150m from the level crossing’ we found several small fragments on the surface, including molten aluminium (indicative of a huge fire), .303 cartridges, both fired and ‘cooked off’, scorched perspex, small sections of airframe, and some components with the Air Ministry crown on them. Below are some pictures of that visit, and some of the parts found on the surface.

However, it’s such a huge field, we weren’t convinced we had found the actual impact point. Then, I remembered a conversation I’d had just before we left England, with a friend who, at the time, was the Station Commander at RAF Benson, who’d mentioned they had a massive archive of wartime aerial photos, Benson being the then headquarters of the PRU. Reasoning that a) the RAF would have overflown the area before the raid, and b) the USAAF would have done the same afterwards, in preparation for their attacks on Chateaudun airfield before they liberated the area in August 1944. we thought there might be a chance, and we struck gold via the National Centre for Aerial Photography website

Below are two pictures, the first taken by the RAF on 5th June, showing the field intact and with an even surface. The second, taken by the USAAF on 26th August at a lower altitude, clearly shows the wreck of MZ619 to the right of the picture. The actual impact point was some 600m East of the point the records suggested. If you expand the second photo, you can clearly see the tail section broken away from the rest of the wreckage in the bottom right of the debris field.

The straight line is the now-disused railway from Chateaudun, and the curved line visible in the second photo but barely so in the first, is it’s branch line to the airfield. The line that snakes slightly after the level crossing is now the D927 road. In 1944, the road formed the northern boundary of Chateaudun airfield.

What caused MZ619 to crash?

The short answer is, we’re not 100% sure, but the clues we have point to a direct flak hit, probably to either a wing or the cockpit area,, and likely in the 30 seconds after bomb release, when the Halifax would have had to fly straight and level, so the crew got their prized bombing photo.

Michel thought it was quite likely that one of the older residents of Jallans may still have a memory of the crash, and after making enquiries locally he discovered an elderly gentleman, M. Yves Bordier, who inherited his house overlooking the crash site from his late parents, with whom he lived as an 8 year old boy in 1944.

M. Bordier’s memory is still very sharp as regards the wreckage, but he also recounted his late father’s memories of that night, as follows:

My father went outside our house to watch the bombing of Chateaudun station. He felt quite safe as we were 5km away. Searchlights were trying to find the bombers, but had little success. Then suddenly, they found one, and the German guns started firing at it – it looked like a moth pinned under light. My father shouted “they got one!”

Suddenly the plane tipped over to the left, towards Jallans, and started to spin, making a terrible screaming noise. He knew it was going to crash, and hoped it wouldn’t hit our house! But no, it smashed into the field with a massive bang and a big fire..

He went on to tell us

My father went out early the next morning to take a look. The plane had made a big hole in the ground, and there was sheet metal everywhere. The only part he was able to recognise as aircraft was the tail, which had snapped off and was on the edge of the crater

M. Bordier told us a few other things that his father saw that morning that he never forgot, but to preserve dignity for the crew, I’ll keep that to myself.

He went on to say that the wreckage remained in the field for at least 6 months, before the Americans cleared it away and filled in the crater, and in the meantime made an excellent playground for him and his friends, especially the tail section, once the Germans had removed the crew’s remains.

Whilst most of the 578 crews that night reported little opposition, 3 of the 24 did note both heavy and light flak in the target area. As MZ619 was caught by searchlights, it’s reasonable to assume they were hit by flak immediately afterwards.

However, on checking German records, no claims were made by either night fighters or flak around Chateaudun that night.

That it tipped quickly into a spin would indicate that either a wing, two engines on the same wing, the cockpit, or the controls had been seriously damaged. But the possibility must remain open, as no claim was made, that Arthur became dazzled and disoriented by the searchlights, and simply lost control of MZ619.

Whilst they seem to have been flying at sufficient height for at least someone to escape by parachute (the Halifax had a much better survivability rate than the Lancaster in this situation, due to its more capacious fuselage and better sited escape hatches), the centrifugal force from a spin would have precluded an escape for any of the crew.

I’d surmise that they had at least dropped their bombs on the target, as 8000lb of bombs still aboard would have caused a big enough explosion on impact to completely obliterate the aircraft, and the crew. The 578 Halifax that dived into Carpenters Wood near Maidenhead just over a month later, with a full bomb load, bears this out. The rear gunner parachuted to safety, but the other six crew are officially ‘missing’ to this day, as the explosion was so violent that no trace of them has ever been found.

Aftermath

The Germans recovered what remains they could, and buried them beside the D927. So why did they end up being interred just outside Paris?

I wrote to the Air Historical Branch in Feb 23 for some background, and got this back:

So we know the where, but not the why. But it doesn’t really matter. Villeneuve St Georges New Cemetery is very impressive, and some of the crypts and monuments therein are quite spectacular in their own way. Both the public and the small CWGC sections (15 servicemen in all) are beautifully kept. And at least the crew are all together, and have known graves, unlike the thousands of airmen listed on the Runnymede Memorial.

The idea of a memorial

The thought of a memorial to the crew had always been at the back of my mind, but after Michel took my son and I to see another one east of Chateaudun, we agreed to try and get one organised, in time for the 80th anniversary of the crash.

To be honest, I thought this was going to be far harder, especially given the time constraints, than it turned out to be. That it was very straightforward is all down to the mayor of Jallans, M. Olivier Lecomte, and his team at the Mairie. Once I’d written to him, and Michel met with him and his team, they became very heavily invested in the idea, the financing (they allocated the funds for the memorial) and the associated work) and it’s execution. Whilst Michel and I had the idea and the motivation, that would have been nothing without M. Lecomte’s organisation, and I can’t thank him and his team enough.

It was serendipitous that the Mairie was looking for something to act as the village’s focus around the debarquement commemorations for June 2024, and few people thereabouts knew about the crashed bomber. That has now changed.

I submitted a design for the memorial to M. Lecomte and his team, and after a couple of meetings between him and Michel to make some tweaks, and to arrange a suitable site, things progressed really smoothly, with M. Lecomte’s influence to cut through the inevitable red tape.

As the crash site itself isn’t publicly accessible and is a fully operational privately owned potato field, it was agreed that the memorial should be erected on council-owned land in the lower left quadrant of the level crossing, so very visible from the road, and some landscaping and grading carried out.

As June 2024 crept ever closer, France as a whole was gearing up for their 80th anniversary debarquement celebrations, and the media got involved. French TV interviewed Michel Leroueil, Yves Bordier, and came to England to interview me for a TV broadcast about our endeavours, which was broadcast 31st May 2024. The YouTube video of that broadcast is here

Everything was ready: I’d practiced the speech I was due to give at the memorial unveiling ( I was determined to do it in French) and my wife and I set off for Chateaudun on the 2nd June, stopping for a while in Normandy to get a flavour of the commemorations taking place around the beaches.

On June 6th, my wife and I were guests of the excellent Historial 279 museum, at Chateaudun airfield, which is well worth a visit. They have plenty of wartime artefacts there, including the Gee receiver box purportedly from MZ619, as shown below

The memorial unveiled

The ceremony was set for 6pm on 7th June, 80 years to the day since MZ619 crashed. The Marie at Jallans organised everything, including two pipers, the local veteran’s association, speeches by myself and M. Lecomte around a wreath laying ceremony and the unveiling, a bugler to play the Last Post, a band to play the national anthems of the UK and France, and some children to do a reading.

But first, in the early morning, Michel and I went to the memorial site to erect the flagpoles and flags ready for the ceremony, and I also wanted to walk to the crash site to pay my respects. This is me at the impact point, 80 years to the day, with Jallans in the background.

Once again, with some careful looking, a few more pieces came to light, including a harness buckle

For the ceremony itself, luckily we had fantastic weather, and it seems the entire village turned out. It was a wonderful thing to be part of, and the regional press, in the form of Mlle Julie Guillaud, wrote and photographed an excellent article for L’Echo Republicain, the regional newspaper, which is reproduced below

Below is the gallery of photos that were taken at the ceremony. I certainly won’t forget it, and I reiterate my thanks to the people of Jallans, that made us so welcome. Also Michel Leroueil and Oliver Lecomte, without whom this wouldn’t have been possible. I was especially pleased to meet Norman Casson, the great nephew of MZ619’s flight engineer, George Armstrong, who I found through the Ancestry website. He and I are in the first photo

The memorial wording is shown below. I hope you’ll agree that a great job was done by all. We can’t give the crew their lives back, but we can ensure their loss is remembered by future generations.

DUNDROD TT ROAD RACE CIRCUIT

Just before Christmas 2022, whilst visiting family in Northern ireland, I took the opportunity to go over to Dundrod, just west of Belfast. I’ve always had a great admiration for the bravery of the drivers that participated in road racing, and the 7.4 mile Dundrod circuit, used between 1950 and 1955 for the Tourist Trophy, has long been a fascination of mine.

As I’d taken my Toyota GR Yaris to Northern Ireland, the opportunity to drive the circuit, which is all on public roads, was too good to miss.

This is the layout of the circuit

And the GR Yaris, being such a quick road car, didn’t disappoint, despite the road conditions being slippery and visibility poor.

The layout is basically as it was (obviously without the grandstands, pit buildings etc) with two exceptions:

In the South Eastern corner, you have Leathemstown Corner, where the B38 joins the B101. Back in the 1950’s, the drivers would have turned right just before this junction, as this part of the B101 ran slightly to the East of it’s current profile, and they would then have accelerated hard over the stone, hump backed Leathemstown bridge up the B101 toward Deers Leap. The road here was reprofiled in the mid 1960’s to it’s current form.At the furthest Eastern point of the circuit, you have the Lindsay hairpin. This has long been used by Motorcycle racers (who’ve continued to use the circuit up until very recently for the Ulster TT), but in 1950-55 the hairpin was a little further North East, and much tighter. This part can still be driven on, so we did!

THE GR YARIS AT WHAT WAS THE PIT AREA AND STARTLINE

The 1955 TT was the last time the circuit was used for cars, as it was regarded as too fast, narrow, and dangerous. Coming just 3 months after the tragedy of the 1955 Le Mans, where over 70 spectators were killed when the wreckage of Pierre Levegh’s car was hurled into the grandstand, the 3 driver fatalities at Dundrod proved to be the last straw, and road racing, for cars at least, never happened again here.

The great Stirling Moss was in his element here, and headed a Mercedes 1-2-3 in his 300SLR at the end, despite suffering a puncture at 130mph.

As an aside, I had the privilege of meeting and talking to the great man twice: one of the very first Goodwood Festival of Speed meetings in, I think, 1995. Those were the days when you could wander anywhere on a standard ticket, including the pits and paddock. I spied the famous ‘722’ – the Mercedes 300SLR that Moss used to win the 1955 Mille Miglia and wandered over to it, and looked into the cockpit. I was lost in a reverie when I was tapped on the shoulder, and heard ‘excuse me young man, I need to get into this one’. Yes, it was Stirling. I was too astonished to say much, as I recall. The second time was at a dinner at the RAC Club around 10 years ago where he was guest of honour, when we had a brief chat, the content of which is sadly lost on me now.

Here’s some British Pathe footage of the 1955 event

And, last but not least, a video of our lap of the circuit. In a really capable modern road rocket, it’s difficult to imagine wrestling a 1950’s racer on comparitively skinny tyres around the 7.4 miles. Brave men in those days. As, of course, are the bike racers that have used the circuit more recently, but that’s outside the scope of this blog.

Want a cheap car? – try a scam website

when I originally wrote this post, I named the website that I believe is fraudulently advertising vehicles they don’t personally own, stock, or are otherwise able to legally sell. They certainly have one of our stock on their website, with an advertised price some £13000.00 lower than ours. I’ve subsequently been advised by my legal people that it a) it might be unwise to name them, b) that it might be ‘all a mistake’, and they are genuine sellers. Doesn’t explain why they’re using photos of one of the cars we have in stock, but whatever. Anyway, I’ve removed all traces of their name – make your own judgement

sorry, I can’t find the button to remove this screenshot of a clearly absolutely bona fide dealers website

following on from my previous blog posts on scam sellers (more fake advert shenanigans) and (fake listings on a well-known auction site), I seem to be spending a depressing amount of time at the moment fending off calls from clients that have been scammed by fake classified listings of our cars by fraudulent third parties on the internet, where cars are advertised at absurdly low prices.

I think most sentient people are aware these days that both a ‘well-known auction site’ and the biggest social network are like the Wild West when it comes to fake and scam listings. One of our cars is currently on the social network, and is clearly very well travelled as it’s showing as being advertised in Glasgow and Worthing, despite being within my eyeline in our showroom as I write this..

However, I’d never before seen an actual dealer website used for this purpose before, until yesterday.

XXX Car Sales (to appease my lawyer) fulfils this criteria.

A late-model Ford Mustang for just under 15K? Where’s my debit card?

A Porsche 997 for £9870? Where do I sign?

Land Rover Defender 90 TD5 XS station wagon for £7700? Oh yes…

Or should that be no. I can’t speak with certainty about the Mustang or the 997 (perhaps it’s a massively different market in Glasgow – if so then I’m on my way up there, or indeed, xxx Car Sales can happily contradict me) but I know for sure the Defender can’t be bought for £7700.00, as it’s currently sitting in our showroom for a competitive and realistic £19995.00. For once, they haven’t cloned our photos though.

As a dealer who’s worked long and hard for their reputation, and who, post Covid, still does a reasonable amount of remote sales, this sort of scam is insidious, as it erodes prospective buyer’s trust in us, by association. The person who called me about this car, that she’d seen advertised at xxx Car Sales, seemed to imply that Motodrome were somehow complicit in this fraud. As you can imagine, that left a nasty taste in the mouth.

It seems they did actually attempt to send xxx Car Sales a deposit, but fortunately for them, their bank suspected a potential fraud and refused to authorise it.

I made a throwaway comment to said client to the tune of; ‘you’d have to be pretty gullible to think you could buy a Defender like that for £7700.00’

reply; ‘I’m a Barrister, so I’m certainly not gullible’

Go figure.

As I’ve previously advised, if something looks to good to be true, it undoubtedly is. If you’re in any doubt as to a seller’s bona fides, a What’sApp video call in front of the vehicle with the seller will at least give you some comfort that they do at least have the vehicle to hand. And, whilst you’re at it, if you’re seriously interested in it, run an HPi check on it so you know the VIN number, and ask the vendor to show you the VIN tag on the WhatsApp call. If the vendor refuses, probably best to walk away.

NB you can ask to see a copy of the V5, but most trade vendors won’t release details, pictures, or reference numbers until at least some funds have changed hands, as ‘bad actors’ can use the reference number data for nefarious purposes.

Also, run a google search on the company, or individual, concerned.

Two examples:

google xxx car sales and all you’ll get is their website, nothing else.

google Motodrome and you’ll be deluged with Google’s information on us, (and me personally) including details of our YouTube, Facebook, and Instagram accounts, together with our Google reviews etc. Furthermore, our YouTube videos show me personally actually standing in front of the vehicle I’m describing, and yes, that’s me driving too.

I’m not for a minute saying any of the above advice is infallible, and I certainly don’t want complaints from people saying’ I followed your advice and still got scammed’, (which is a sad indictment on todays society where one’s own mistakes are invariably someone else’s fault).

Or perhaps, just buy from a bona fide dealer that’s well-known and has a reputation to maintain?

Family cars part II – badge engineering madness

I think it must have been January 1974 when my father announced that he was finally getting a company car – one beloved of suburban worker bees across the land – a Mark III Cortina!

For those of a younger disposition, a company car in the 1970’s was an easy way for employers to reward staff without falling foul of government salary increase restrictions imposed to combat rampant inflation, and the major home market producers, especially Ford, quickly cottoned onto this, forming a new hierarchy.

With the Mark 3 Cortina, for instance, you could have a ‘base’ spec (effectively a proper steering wheel and glass in the windows), L, XL, GT (pretty rare as I recall) and GXL, the latter 2 with racy quad headlamps and a 6-dial dash. Probably the 2.0 engined one meant you got the pick of the choice at the wife-swapping parties (spoiler alert – ours was a 1.6, although my mother still has the giant pampas grass in the garden – however I don’t think she’s aware of the urban myth)

As an 12 year old boy who’s underpants mysteriously had started shrinking every time he stole his grandmother’s Kays catalogue to look at the lingerie models, I spent hours poring over a Cortina brochure with much the same effect, imagining my dad turning up in his brand-new 2.0 GXL with a vinyl roof. I was looking forward to the envious glances of my friends.

The day came. My father came home in his brand new Cortina, PGB 271M * But where were the quad lights and the vinyl roof, and why was it dogs lipstick purple? And why was there no badge whatsoever on the boot!!!

The shame. The ignominy. After years of motoring stodge, my dad had had the chance to redeem himself by driving something cool and racy (from the perspective of a boy of 12) and had blown it big time by coming home in a 1.6 Base model. My friends would want to beat me up and Nikki Varley wouldn’t want to kiss me. Or was it the other way round?

It was tempting to leave home there and then until I remembered I was 12 , so would have to tough it out for a few years yet…

* PGB 271M was first registered February 1974, and was last taxed in 1987. It was actually quite a good car, and my parents bought it after it was replaced as my dad’s company car by 2 Mark IV Cortinas, an orange 1.6 Base and lastly a white 1.6L Oh, the decadence.

It was kept as our second car for a few years, even surviving a bizarre accident (where it demolished a fence and a table tennis table when some young fool who’ll remain nameless control of it) with no more than a slightly bent number plate.

Stop press! Found a picture of yours truly in 1976 (just before punk came to Reading and took my hair with it) in front of PGB 271M and its successor- yet another 1.6 Base model Cortina. I’d forgotten about this one, which wasn’t difficult.

MORE FAKE ADVERT SHENANIGANS

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been told by a couple of people that they’ve been scammed out of £500.00 or £600.00 by ‘sellers’ on such classified sites as Exchange and Mart, and Schpock (whatever the hell that is) using photos of at least one of our vehicles, and asking us to ‘do something’.

Such as what? Our own website stops the unscrupulous from copying our photos and text, but the same cannot be said for 3rd party websites that we have to use, who a) won’t let us put watermarks on our pictures, b) don’t really seem to care about seller fraud. It’s sensible to tell the two aggrieved parties that we’ll pay for a course of common sense pills for them, but that might be taken the wrong way…

This is the Land Rover that’s (at the time of writing) being advertised on Exchange and Mart.

The ‘vendor’s’ description is as follows:

Selling my dads old Land rover been stored in the barn for a few years. i know nothing about these at all so i am selling it as spares or repairs. i have uploaded recent photos of it. looking 500 for it Does not start. V5 Here will need trailer to tow away. My phone signal isnt great so please sms or email me

‘selling my dads old Land Rover’ – stops potential buyers asking difficult questions and introduces third-part deniability

‘been stored in the barn’ – an attempt to justify the ridiculously low price asked, and this is trading off it’s charmingly disreputable looks. Fortunately it drives really well…

‘I know nothing about these at all’ – again, stops buyers asking difficult questions

‘V5 here’ – err, no, don’t think so unless DVLA have made a major screw up. This one is actually personally registered to us.

‘Phone signal isn’t great so please text’ -classic scammer’s tactic – stops people recognising voices or indeed taping conversations.

Sadly people can’t seem to avoid looking a gift horse in the mouth. If it looks too good to be true, it most likely is. So here’s a tip: in the modern age, everyone has access to WhatsApp video calling, Facetime or similar. A genuine seller should have no problem whatsoever doing a live video call with you and the vehicle you’re interested in.

Family cars part 1

My dad was never a big car enthusiast. I’ve written before about the ‘family car’ being a Vauxhall Viva HA, although in fairness my parent’s one was a ‘deluxe 90’ version, which presumably was slightly less asthmatic than the standard model, but I’d guess still cornered like a hippo on roller skates. I have two vague memories of it: my parents buying it new from Great Western Motors in Station Road Reading (now Revolution bar), and of my father returning home from work in it one day probably a year later, with both the bonnet and bootlid tied down with twine, and the Viva looking, if it were possible, even uglier than before, having been rear-ended and then pushed into the car in front. Whilst it then disappeared from our lives, GRD 290D seems to have lived on until 1993.

I wasn’t technically-minded enough aged 5 to appreciate the charms of a blue Renault Dauphine that (temporarily) replaced the Viva in my parent’s affections, but as far as I can recall it swiftly went back to the supplying dealer as it was very rusty. Very ugly in my opinion, although the number plate swinging down to reveal the spare wheel was mildly interesting in a James Bond sort of way.

Next up came a Mark 2 Cortina 1600 Super, and, whilst not a 1600E, at least it wasn’t a vehicle that a car-mad small boy was embarrassed to be seen in. However, soon after, the ‘big end’ went (according to my father, who I doubt knew what that meant. To be fair, neither did I at the time, but I did have youth on my side). So that bit the dust as well.

My mother had always liked entering competitions, and those where if you supplied a witty slogan or something were quite popular in the 1960’s, and some new piece of furniture or gadget would often turn up at our house, she having won it. Anyway, in 1968 she won a brand new Austin 1100 2-door, as you can see at the top of the page, with me adorning the bonnet. RUD 89G was in the family for many years as my mother’s car. Memories of being wedged in the back on a family camping trip to Spain, with a massive box of spares from the AA for ‘everything the motorist might need’ taking up most of the space not already taken by the tent, food (none of that ‘foreign stuff’) still linger. DVLA have no record of RUD 89G so I suspect, like most of these, it rusted into oblivion many years ago.

You can see from my father’s expression in the photo that, although not interested in cars, he was less than enamoured with the little 1100, so it was about this time that we became upwardly mobile as a two-car suburban family, with the acquisition of a gold Hillman Minx.

Apart from the headlights, I’m not sure what the difference was between the Minx and the Hillman Hunter, but I’d imagine the Minx was the poverty spec model. However, ours was the 1725cc model (as proudly announced on the bootlid) with a massive 61bhp. I quite liked the Minx because of it’s busy dashboard – there always seemed to be a lot going on.

Apart from my dad’s friend James and his E-type (covered in a previous post), I think most of my mate’s fathers had similarly ‘sensible’ taste in cars. With one exception. My mate Steve’s dad had a maroon XJ6 Series 1.

He also wore a sheepskin coat, smoked cigars, had a glamourous wife, and allegedly had been a racing driver. All very rakish. Mind you I’m pretty sure his XJ6 was the 2.8 model not the 4.2, so he didn’t get everything right. However, travelling in the XJ6 (even though I was sick in it once, but that’s another story) cemented a love of these big beasts that continues to this day – especially the Series 1 models with the classic dash.

If I a) can be bothered and b) find the time, next time I’ll delve into my father’s company car years, and examine the hierarchy of L, XL, and GXL badges in the car park of a 70’s catering company. Compelling stuff.

2020 Lego Defender build – part one

I got a Lego Technic Land Rover Defender (the new one, obvs) for Christmas from my children, and just made a start on the transmission. 400 or so pieces later, one missing yellow rod, and retrieving one of the tyres from the dog who thought it was the best chew ever, this is the result.

If you’re building one of these, best not to do as I did and start it after a big drink…