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Forestry work

Forestry Work 
It was a dim glow of daylight outside. It felt rather cool, although it was late spring. The morning fog blanketed the nearby ridges in Wark Forest, Northumberland. Only the lower half of the pines could bee seen, and the two aircraft was dripping with moisture

The Trailer 
Inside the trailer the dampness added to the chill, I could hear old Pod rummaging around over in the kitchen section of the huge trailer. He was always the one to be up first. Glancing around, you couldn't help but notice the evidence of why we were here. A gray charcoal dust was covering mostly everything. Over on the pile of working boots near the door, the leather was dirty gray and in the creases almost black with potash. Welcome to potash-country!

Truck Work
We were in Northumberland spreading potash on the sibling forest. Potash is actually what it says; a fine ashy substance, spread over a forest in great quantities in order to reduce the acidity of the marshy soil. And the only way to get it on the forest is to "fly" it on.  Not a job requiring  accurate metering or fine adjustment of spray valves or gates. Much more like a truck driver moving soil from one dump to the other, but needing driving skill to negotiate the difficult terrain. So it was with us. 

Quarry Road
Flying off dirt roads, some of them not even with a finished surface but with rocks and an undulating and often curving takeoff and landing paths. I remember one of the strips there vividly. It was a dirt road actually, in the midst of one of the areas not yet planted with sibling pines and with good, open country in all directions. Unfortunately the runway (if one can call it that), was not so "clear and open". The road wasn't finished yet and had a surface consisting of rocks brought over from a nearby quarry, and not being uniform in size or shape. At the top end we had a loop in the road so as we landed, we could taxi on to the slip road to the left and turn around back on to the main road, into position to receive another load from the side loader. 

Narrow
The only thing was that the slip road was so narrow that the only way you could manage to steer the airplane down the path, was if you stood on the brakes, gave it power and raised the tail up so you could see the road over the nose. A demanding maneuver at the best of times, not to mention when on a narrow path with 3 feet ditches on either side! But we did it, all day long, every day for about a week. 

Fatigue
Towards the end of the job from that strip (fertilizing the forest), everyone started getting a bit weary, and we felt that may be we were stretching our luck and skill somewhat. And rightly so. One day towards the very end, it was a somewhat blustery day, with the winds in favor for takeoff, but not for landing. I came in to land just as Dallas the other pilot was taking off. 

Tail Up!
As I was coming up the hill towards the point where the slip road started and the tail-up-standing-on-brakes-routine had to start, I held her back on the brakes and started lifting the tail up, and voila! A gust came up her rear end and gave her just that little extra push she needed, and before I had time to think I was looking straight into Terra Firma and everything went very quiet indeed. 

Oh no!
It felt like an eternity sitting there looking straight into the ground, and I remember thinking " oh' no, don't tip over, please.!" But suddenly, that sinking feeling crept into me gut, and with a  great big "clunk", the tail wheel once again hit the ground and it was over. In front of me, a futuristic, late high speed propelling item appeared, one with two blades, one of them blade bent backwards like a straw in high winds, its yellow tip pointing at me, like saying "Got'yah!". 

Get on with it!
Well, no reason to brood. Get her off the track, pull her into the bog to give way to the next guy, and start pulling the prop off. Soon a new prop was in place, the engine tested (?), and we were on our merry way again, very much like any piece of farm machinery really. All in a days work! For an 'aggie that is!