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Vagar Again Again.
Vágar, Faroe Islands |
Day 11. 2nd July 2014. Vagar Again Again. Day score 7. Woke at 6am. The fjord was full of cloud. Went back to sleep. At least it was dry and brighter so I headed back to the airport. There were five airliners parked up. Apparently they had all just arrived as the wind was too strong earlier on. They recorded a 65 knot gust of wind first thing this morning. That’s enough to blow most light aircraft away if not tied down, including mine and it wasn’t! Yet Itzy had sat there through it all ok. Small wings and full of fuel saved the day. I decided to move him though as the blast from the nearest Regional 146 Airliner, as it taxied back out, could blow him away, tied down or not! Back in the control tower Malik was on Duty dealing with the four departing jets. Because of the delays earlier they were now all rescheduled and all now going to Copenhagen and they left, about five minutes apart. They could have all gone together and had a race… So then more diary, more photos, more emails… No food… I stayed in the tower with Fleming, who had took over from Malik, watching Belgium eventually put out the USA in the football world cup, till about 9pm. Just still sorting flight plans, looking at weather, writing emails, trying to get this blog or diary up to date. I learnt a lot more from Fleming. He pointed out the old control tower up on the hill that the Brits made. They made the original runway here actually as well and based 5,000 troops on the island to protect the Faroe’s against German invasion during the 2nd world war. Rooney gave me a lift back down to the flat, I sort of promised him I would leave tomorrow. While writing this though, and watching Indian Jones, the wind in the fjord has changed and grew. So much so, it’s started roaring outside. Itzy is still exposed where I left him out on the field. I’ve decided I have to go back to the airport now at midnight, to pull him into the shade of a mound of grass just by the old terminal, where he survived last night. I’m going now. It was still light enough to see and the last delayed plane arrived as I did. It was an easy climb back up the hill to the airfield, well I got blown up the hill really. Anyway, the airport was still buzzing. I got in past security and walked with Itzy through the control tower and operations office car park as it was more sheltered that way, back to where I parked him last night. It was blowing a steady 30kts and gusting much more I would say, but back in by the shelter of the buildings, Itzy would be fine. I had to wait an hour for it to stop sheeting it down before coming back. I’m now back in the flat again, feeling blown away. As I watch the end of Indian Jones the wind is continually roaring at what must be some 40knots, Its getter lighter again at 3am and I can see down along the fjord the driving rain coming in. I doubt I’m going anywhere again tomorrow, I mean today… Thought for the day: It was definitely the right decision to go back up there. I can try to sleep a little easier.
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