On Saturday morning, March 5, 2016, Southampton Airport (SOU) welcomed the Spitfire back to its spiritual home inÂ celebration of its 80th birthday.Â I was both delighted and privileged that theÂ airport’s Managing Director, Dave Lees, invited me to join a small gathering of press and other aviation enthusiasts at the Signature Aviation Hangar to bear witness to the event. Â The festivities were to include a ceremonial roll-outÂ and solo flight of the iconic WWII fighter in honor of the first test flight of itsÂ prototype, eighty years prior. The eventÂ would also include a flyover of the nearbyÂ resting place ofÂ itsÂ Chief Designer, RJ Mitchell, who fought against terminal illnessÂ toÂ complete the aircraft.
Armed with my photographer son, we drove down the M3, through unusual arctic-like conditions to get to SOU. It was freezing and cloudy — two conditions that did not bode particularly well for a celebratory flight. Now, you need to remember that whereas most people accept the weather for what it is, in Britain, meteorological conditions areÂ the starting point for virtually any conversation between strangers â€“ ’tis the basis of an entire culture.
It was 80 years ago, to the day, that prototype R5054 was wheeled onto the apron at EastleighÂ airfield (since renamed Southampton Airport). The airport’s sacredÂ history, however, datesÂ back further to Edwin Rowland Moonâ€™s 1910 flight of Moonbeam IIÂ â€“ an aircraft he had designed, built, and tested at a nearby farm.
The airport formed part of the Royal Navy during the Second World War, survived anÂ economic slump during the 1970s, and is now thriving with 1.9 million annualÂ passengersÂ as aÂ base to UK regional airline, Flybe.
SOU’s Head of Airport Operations, Neil Garwood, is proud of being part of the airportâ€™s continued success and was lookingÂ forward taking part in the festivities. Both he and RAF Volunteer Reserve Training Officer Cadet, Mike Glen, used the word â€˜inspiringâ€™ to describe the atmosphere. I agreed, inspiring and, wellâ€¦ freezing!
Despite the weather,Â that day was all about SOUâ€™s spiritual connection to the Spitfire. RoughlyÂ thirty journalists and photographers huddled in the airside rest area of the hangar and listened to a series of briefings and advisories about the morningâ€™s plans.
This was not just a big deal for AvGeeks and historians — the event was also scheduled to be broadcast on national television, and the British Forces Broadcasting Service transmitted a live feed to various British forces stationed throughout the world. It was riveting stuff.
We needed the cloud ceiling to ascend up to 1,500 ft before the Spitfire could get airborne. We were at a frustrating 1,100 ft and had to wait patiently for a change in fortune. In the meantime, we had plenty of opportunity for close up pictures of the military bird. Although the plane was impressive, equally inspiring was listening to 90-year-old Gordon Monger, one of the original Spitfire engineers, talk about his experiences with the plane.
To add some dramatic poise, the hangar doors were closed in preparation for a symbolic unveiling of the fighter and subsequent roll out on to the apron at about 11am. No tow-truck was needed today, as some of the more junior of the Air Cadets, a prestigious organization in its 75th year, had the honor of heaving and hefting the two-ton aircraft several yards forward, then standing to attention for a photo.
That pesky cloud cover forced a further postponement,Â and take off was rescheduled toÂ 11:20am. The crowd was excited, but you could tell that the lull in proceedings was frustrating â€“ not that anyone can do anything about it. A select few journalists and photographers prepared for an opportunity to take a few aerial shots from the helicopter parked adjacent to the apron. I had to suppress a smile when one of them asked the pilot whether the helicopter would be making several passes around the Spitfire in flight. â€œNo, mateâ€ came his reply â€œsheâ€™ll be making several passes around us.â€ She might be vintage, but sheâ€™s no slouch.
11:20am came and went with no liftoff. But by 11:30am, we had a final briefing in which it was announced that engine start up would commence at 11:45am. The plan was for the aircraft to taxi to the southern end of the SOU runway to begin a 25-minute circuit.
Commercial traffic would come a brief standstill to make way for thisÂ historic moment. Sandwiches, muffins, and crisps (potato chips) had arrived and the avid crowd demolished the platters like gannets at feeding time. I had a sarnie or three myself, while I snapped a quick picture of the slightly “rained-on my parade” celebratory cake. Spirits weren’t dampened though as Elise Smith,Â Vicky Parkes, and Holly Harvey from SOU worked tirelessly to keep everyone and everything in order.
Pilot Matt Jones, who is also the managing director of the Boultbee Flight Academy and co-founder of Flying with Spitfires,Â jumped into the cockpit and we all scrambled out to wait for the moment the V12 Rolls Royce Merlin engine wouldÂ belch toÂ life. It did not disappoint. The propellers went into overdrive then JonesÂ brought it down to idle whilst awaiting clearance to taxi.
The aircraft thatÂ we had stood, sat, andÂ huddled around all morning was remarkably fastÂ — reinforcing the mechanical and technical sophistication of theÂ 80-year-old piece of creative engineering. The Spitfire raced off into the overcast Hampshire sky to complete its momentous flight, reminding us all of itsÂ power to inspire.
I couldn’t help but notice that I heard theÂ word “inspire” on multipleÂ occasions throughout the day. My 11 year old son harbours an ambition to be a helicopter pilot. I hope that trips like this one will certainly inspire him to do achieve that goal. Even if not, visits to see history getting airborneÂ are the pinnacle of a decent father-and-son day out and a must for us Avgeek big kids.