August 1979. I was 12 years old. My father, who had always been sh*t scared of the thought of flying, had given in and pandered to my enthusiast's cravings of actually flying rather than just looking at planes and had booked us a two-week holiday in the Channel Islands.
We had flown to GCI
on a BA
Viscount two weeks previously, had done a day trip from GCI
on Aurigny's little yellow Trislanders, but then our journey home had us flying back to JER
on the Trislander before boarding a BA
BAC1-11 back to LHR
! This was to be my fifth flight ever, all of which took place in the space of those two weeks, but my first jet flight. In those two weeks I had grown accustomed to the gentle ascent of prop planes, so imagine my excitement when we roared down the runway at JER
and headed what seemed like vertically into the sky!! We were also sitting one row from the back, so I had a partial view of the jet to boot...heaven!!
Even my Dad had to admit that he enjoyed it!
Ladies & gentlemen this is Captain Tobias Wilcock welcoming you aboard Coconut Airways flight 372 to Bridgetown Barb