Wedg1e
They call me Mr. Bodge-angles
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I went to the sub pens at St. Nazaire with the ex and kids back in the 90s: they had a sub called the Espadon open to the public too, it was moored (if I recall right) in one of the original access locks to the inner basin where the pens are. Also went around the Chantiers de l'Atlantique (shipbuilders) museum, they had a 1960s computer plotter that was drawing sections of ship on paper the size of a house end! Also interesting to note that there's no mention of the war years in the history timeline of the town, it just stops in '39 and restarts in '45.
Mind you I don't think the locals were happy with the RAF continually bombing the town flat in an attempt to destroy the sub pens...
I haven't seen the Guy Martin prog but about 20 years back there was a TV documentary of a guy who restored a 2-seat Spitfire; seeing that fly at the end really did bring a lump to the throat - and there was none of the enforced emotional tugging they do now, just a good old-fashioned documentary of a genuine enthusiast.
When it came to fitting the wings, they'd found 10 or 12 women who used to work at Supermarine; the technique involved a guy sitting in the cockpit with the wing root bolts telling individual women carrying the wing (who each had a number) whether to go up, down, left etc. and once the holes lined up, he dropped the bolts in.
The ladies were all getting on a bit but they still managed to do the necessary teamwork to get the wings on!
Sadly, I seem to recall the owner/ pilot died not long after (car crash?) and his wife put in the effort to get certified so she could continue to fly the Spit.
Mind you I don't think the locals were happy with the RAF continually bombing the town flat in an attempt to destroy the sub pens...

I haven't seen the Guy Martin prog but about 20 years back there was a TV documentary of a guy who restored a 2-seat Spitfire; seeing that fly at the end really did bring a lump to the throat - and there was none of the enforced emotional tugging they do now, just a good old-fashioned documentary of a genuine enthusiast.
When it came to fitting the wings, they'd found 10 or 12 women who used to work at Supermarine; the technique involved a guy sitting in the cockpit with the wing root bolts telling individual women carrying the wing (who each had a number) whether to go up, down, left etc. and once the holes lined up, he dropped the bolts in.
The ladies were all getting on a bit but they still managed to do the necessary teamwork to get the wings on!
Sadly, I seem to recall the owner/ pilot died not long after (car crash?) and his wife put in the effort to get certified so she could continue to fly the Spit.