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My first experience of flying was back in 1958, when aged 14. It was in a Dakota fitted out as a passenger plane and my school mate and I flew from Southampton to Jersey (and back!) for a weeks holiday. His dad worked for British Rail and got cheap travel for his family which included the ferries, so they went to Jersey every year. This particular year, Bruce wanted to go by plane as an adventure so asked me to go with him. It cost us £6 ea. return plus the trains from Chatham to S/Hampton. The take off and landing were quite bumpy as I remember, with the airports having just grass runways back then.
It was an experience but not as exciting as I thought it would be.
After having flown to holiday destinations for many years, Mrs JJ and I have decided never to fly again as it's too much hassle at the airports and uncomfortable at our age. Our last journey, with B.A. was to New Orleans on the so called "Dream Liner" which was a nightmare! Very uncomfortable seats and crammed in as usual but I did notice it was a quieter plane.......
JJ.
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