This is the tale of a rotomouse, as miss Jennings likes to call herself. She starts in life as a shy introvert girl, a “mouse”. That is until she discovers that aviation is what she needs in life to awaken her slumbering love-instinct . A flight in Concord C-BOAC is the start of a never to extinguish love affair with virtually anything that can extract itself from gravity .
Admiring fly-whatever is off course a long way from getting airborne “under you own steam” e.i. to gain a flying permit. But that is what she wants and what she gets, a Private Pilot Licence. Miss Jennings gives, certainly for aviation adepts, a very colourful description about how this all took place, but the real love story develops when she discovers rotary winged aircraft. As she describes it , from there on it’s “I know what I want, what I really want !”. At first in the fishbowl of a Robinson R 22 helicopter, but soon after her from there on lifelong love, the gyrocopter !
Her newfound addiction took a massive hit and her life had changed forever. She however had to overcome the snag that no two-seat gyrocopters existed in the UK at that time. And a hangar-load full of other snags…Being the first British to be female gyrocopter aviator is only one of the challences, but she overcomes them all. And becomes the overjoyed owner of her own aircraft.
An excursion to a French gyrocopter field opens new horizons, which for her leads to emigrating, complete with her aircraft, to a French gyrocopter community . An endearing story in itself. No more suffocating bureaucracy and way more space to breathe – and fly unobstructed by the limitations from the overcrowded airspace of Great Brittain.
A very readable book for both aviation adepts and those readers who enjoy a story over a person who dares to dream and realise those
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