No commercial base, a few gliders, the odd tow plane, an occasional
helicopter, some microlights.
No control tower, no Mandatory Frequency, no hassles!
I burst out laughing as we entered the perimeter, via the back
road. Through a gate that looked like it hadn’t been closed in the best part of
20 years. We then proceeded to drive along the taxi way- pausing briefly at the
hold short line to check for any errant aircraft on final before crossing the
runway and its parallel neighbour.
While RTH was enjoying his trip up in the sky, I stood watching
from a strip of gravel between the runways, no one batted an eyelid.
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