The aforementioned Mike Dash sent me the above photograph, presumably a fake, wondering if I’d seen it before and if I knew its provenance. I have not, but I agree it’s a fake. It can be found in a few places on the web, for example here and here. It purportedly shows two Italian airships […]
In the later 1930s, the 7th Marquess of Londonderry acquired the somewhat unkind nickname of the ‘Londonderry Herr’, a pun on the Londonderry Air (the tune to which ‘Danny Boy’ is usually set). This came about because he was thought to be rather too enthusiastic about the prospect of Anglo-German reconciliation. My impression is that
[Cross-posted at Cliopatria.] It’s Anzac Day once again. On Anzac Day, Australia remembers some things but forgets others. We remember the sacrifices of the original Anzacs at Gallipoli, but forget that it wasn’t only Australians who suffered. We remember the many thousands of young Australians who have fought in foreign wars since then, but forget
The Boer War of 1899-1902 doesn’t often appear in airpower history. This may have something to do with the fact that it took place before the invention of the aeroplane, which I suppose is reasonable. But there are still interesting and even important connections and influences to be traced. Here are a baker’s half-dozen.
The RAAF Museum, round 2. This time there was less time spent outside looking at aeroplanes in the air (above, see below) and more inside looking at aeroplanes (and other things) on the ground (see below).
[Cross-posted at Cliopatria.] Watching this: made me think of this:
In the summer of 1940, strange patterns like these began to appear in the sky over southern England. Today they wouldn’t be thought so unusual (except that they are on the twisty side), for contrails are a common sight now, especially over London. Seventy years ago, however, they were a little mysterious, even to those
A few weeks ago I went along to the biennial RAAF Museum Pageant. The RAAF is, of course, the Royal Australian Air Force, and the RAAF Museum is at Point Cook, on the outskirts of Melbourne. Despite being relatively nearby I’ve never been, so when fellow aviation blogger JDK (who volunteers at the Museum) suggested
I’ve finally run out of photos from last year’s trip to the UK — well, almost! Here are some miscellaneous shots which didn’t make it into the previous posts.
This is Warrington Crescent, Maida Vale, on the morning of 8 March 1918, after it had been hit by a 1-ton bomb dropped by a Giant bomber the night before — one of the largest to fall on London during the First World War and the most materially destructive. Twelve people were killed (including Lena
