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March 2012 Archives

On final for the Faroes: Europe's first RNP letdown in pictures

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Atlantic Airways took delivery of its one and only Airbus A319 a bit more than a week ago. It's fitted with special features to help get it into its remote, storm-battered, terrain-surrounded home base at Vagar, Faroe Islands.

I've just flown in there on Atlantic's first A319 commercial schedule serving its main route, Copenhagen - Vagar. That's the new machine (below), on the pan at its home base during its first working turnaround.

Aircraft on Vagar pan.jpgThe aeroplane is the hero of this Nordic saga, the new approach to Vagar is the storyline. Vagar has Europe's first EASA-approved required navigation performance (RNP 0.1) satellite guided precision approach system. Normal navigation aids would be no good because terrain makes ILS useless there, so visual approaches used to be the only option until last Woden's Day (sorry, last Wednesday).

During winter, that means the schedule couldn't operate a lot of the time. And if the crew takes a risk on a marginal weather forecast and it doesn't work out, the nearest diversions are in Iceland, Norway or Scotland.

Atlantic got me clearance to occupy the jump seat on the CPH - FAE route.

To me, the Faroe Islands had previously been just a name in the shipping forecast broadcast by the BBC on medium wave radio around northern Europe. So on departure from CPH heading north west we traversed sea areas Fisher, South Utsire, Viking and Fair Isle before entering Faroes.

Atlantic's A319 has a single-class 144-seat cabin with special provision for medevac cases. It's navigation system (RNP AR 0.1) was developed by Airbus subsidiary Quovadis, which also designed the approach and departure procedures, working with the airline.


The aircraft is fitted with the most powerful CFM International engines on any Airbus A319 - the 27,000lb thrust-rated CFM56-5B/7 - to improve its single-engine performance because of the terrain at either end of Vagar's runway. Other unique features include a single head-up display for the pilot (still working up to operational status), and a so-called "Florence kit" giving the A319 lower approach speeds and improved braking.

We began our descent toward Vagar as we entered sea area Faroes, when we first saw the waypoints/navaids cluster appearing on the navigation display.

Descent display 1.jpg

We're talking to Vagar, and know we'll be landing on runway 30.

The first choice for approach is a Y descent to 30, which looks like this...

Chart app Y rwy 30.jpg

We'll be using BUREM as the initial approach fix, so we're more or less straight in, with a couple of gentle curves to follow.

But then we hear that the wind direction has backed to 300deg, so the crew decides to switch to the Z approach, which is even straighter...

Chart app Z rwy 30.jpg

That's the thing about area navigation approaches: you get lots of choice if it's needed, and for approaches to Vagar, wind direction really matters, because the terrain-generated turbulence can be fearsome. The crew's local knowledge of the microclimate on approach to either end of the runway here really matters when conditions are marginal. For this reason, the RNP approaches are optimised to imitate the visual approaches that the pilots would have chosen to carry out if they had the same winds but visual flight conditions.


Suddenly the south eastern islands in the archipelago start showing up on the nav display. We can't see them yet because of cloud...

Descent display 3.jpg
...oh yes we can...

Islands through the mist.jpg...and terrain out on the right there...

Approach terrain.jpg...and look, runway in sight! Mind you, only just, if you know where to look...

Runway in sight 1.jpg...yess! there it is...

Runway in sight 2.jpgThe glideslope is a little steeper than normal at 3.7deg. The RNP system is delivering perfectly. This is all automatically flown so far, but not for much longer...

Looks good. The newly-lengthened runway is 1,799m long (in early December it was only 1,250m). I think we'll go manual...

Final 2.jpgSteady as she goes...

Final 3.jpg...there's quite a hump in the middle of the runway...

...now flare...

Flare.jpg...I think that constitutes an arrival...

...there's the terminal...

Vagar terminal.jpgQuite a welcoming party (below) has turned out to see Atlantic's new baby!

Vagar stand.jpgAfter all, this specially kitted A319 is going to make air connections during the Faroes' winter reliable for the first time in history. That's something to celebrate!

Capt Johan i Nioristovu.jpgWell done Captain Johan í Nirdistovu...

Copilot captain.jpg...well done copilot Hans Skindhøj (who is also a Captain),

and well done Atlantic Airways. Setting up Europe's first satellite-guided precision approach has been a lot of work, and there is yet more to do to prove and refine it and get the approach minima as low as they can go.

It's spring here. OAT 6degC, Latitude 62degN. Not as far north as Iceland, but nearly.

A bit later I'll show you what it's like on terra firma in the Faroes. But I only had a 1h turnaround to take some pix, so I couldn't stray far before re-boarding for CPH.



Why fly?

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This was sent to me by a friend, Rory Kay who, as he says, "flies big aeroplanes for a big company". It's his reaction to "Why just marvel?...why not fly?"

As a 54 year old pilot flying big planes for a big company, I frequently 
ask myself why I am still doing it, and what the attraction is, 
especially at 3 am at 30 West over the Atlantic, plotting out a course 
to go around a nest of storms.  A somewhat cynical response to myself, 
usually to atop the conversation in my head, is "It's the money 
stupid!"   or "It's all you know how to do you moron; you can't even 
change a light bulb without plunging half of Virginia into darkness!"

And then I usually develop the thoughts, and allow myself to drift back 
to when I was a nipper growing up in Guernsey in the 60's, and the most 
wonderful memories come flooding back.  I grew up next to the airport at 
La Villiaze, and it was easy and safe to walk or bike to the spotter's 
area, and just hang out.  I was fascinated at all the types of aircraft 
taking off and landing, sometimes in quite an entertaining manner, 
depending on the winds.  I recall long lazy summer holidays spent 
watching with awe the Bristol Freighters, the Aero 145's, the Viscounts, 
the Herons, the Daks, the Heralds, the Carvairs, the Cessnas, Austers 
and Pipers, thinking, "I want to do that".  And I remember all the 
pilots in those days in Guernsey, the WW2 veterans flying DC 3's for 
BEA, Intra, Morton Air Services, Aurigny, with their fine uniforms 
adorned with in some cases with their service medals. There was 
Aurigny's Pat Swoffer contentedly puffing away on his pipe as he walked 
through the terminal, with that kindly smile, or Bill Stewart sitting up 
there in the cockpit of the Intra Dakota, with his headset on over his 
hat, and I thought they were God-like.  Occasionally one would even talk 
to me! And I thought, "I want to be one of them!"

I did not think "I am GOING to do that" when I was 8 or 9, because it 
did not occur to me that I could find a way to fulfil those dreams.  
That came later.  Just hanging out was good enough then.

Fast forward a few years to 15.  I still had the long lazy summer to 
look forward to, but there was an added dimension to consider - a clear 
need for money.  A need for money, and a love of watching aeroplanes 
fly....so I wandered on impulse into the local Aero Club, and said I 
wanted a job.  The interview lasted about 15 seconds, and I was duly 
"employed" to clean the Cessna 150's in exchange for occasional 
flights.  I couldn't believe it; and it came true for me.  Lots of 
flights with club members and an occasional more formal lesson, one of 
the first of which was stalling and spinning to see if I could be put 
off.  I most certainly could not.

Then it was 17th birthday and I soloed on a warm June morning.  From 
then on it never occurred to me that I should do anything else.  I just 
ached to get in a plane and fly it.

You have to try it to understand and appreciate what it feels like.  Not 
flying Microsoft Simulator, not sitting in the back of an airliner.  You 
have to fly.  To me it is almost a narcotic.  I dread the day when I 
cannot fly.

Since that first solo, I have flown as an instructor at Oxford, a bush 
pilot in Africa, a corporate pilot at Luton, and an airline pilot and 
check airman flying many narrow and wide body planes around the world.  
I stopped counting the hours years ago.  They matter not a fig any more.

What I do know is that in all the high tech flying I have done, nothing 
compares to handling the basic single engine planes that brought me to 
this place.  Lazy cross countries across France in a 150, aeros in a Cub 
or a Chippy - it is impossible to beat that feeling.

For all the grumbling we do as professional pilots, the stolen pensions, 
the (in our case) 40% wage reductions, the reporting for duty at 10 pm 
for a 12 hour flight, the plate of pig's swill presented to me that is 
my dinner, I am constantly reminded of one solid truth...

They can take away many things from me, my pay, my pension, but they 
will never take away my pride at being a pilot; it is the most wonderful 
experience to sit in that Chipmunk or Cessna cockpit and just fly.   No 
radios, no GPS, no Flight Director, no Autopilot, no co-pilot whining 
about everything imaginable, eyeing my seat intently.

Just fly.

And he sent this: 

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Heathrow: the third runway could become inevitable

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Airport expansion in the London area is firmly back on the political agenda, having been kicked into the long grass by the present coalition government when it took power.


Meanwhile, saturated London Heathrow's desirability as a major hub on the world's great trunk routes is under threat, and there are signs of panic in government ranks as the significance of this for the UK economy dawns.

Politically, all options are now back on the cards, including a Thames Estuary location for a massive Heathrow-replacement airport. But the option of a Third Runway at Heathrow is still there, looming dangerously because it is the quickest, cheapest workable solution to London's increasingly dire runway capacity shortage.

And the longer the government dithers, the more attractive the third runway option will become, until it becomes completely inevitable.

The nightmare scenario is that the Third Runway is given the go-ahead, but as a temporary solution while a massive Estuary Hub - and all the transport links to it - is created.



Why just marvel?...why not fly?

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The Baltic Aviation Academy has just put into words something I have always wondered idly about but never examined: why is there such a huge number of aviation enthusiasts around the world, but relatively few of them even try to get a private pilots' licence?

Flying as a paid career is not the only way to become an aviator.

Here is Baltic's puzzled observation about aviation enthusiasts: "These people can spend hours talking about various aircraft engine types or cockpit differences, observing and discussing detailed aircraft pictures and expressing their fascination with people who have had an opportunity to pursue a lifelong dream of becoming a pilot. 

"It is truly puzzling how people who have accumulated so much aviation knowledge refrain from integrating themselves directly into the world of aviation. 

Here's Baltic's pitch: "One of the easiest steps towards getting to know this feeling is the PPL course. You can officially call yourself a pilot after just 6-12 months of training. Throughout the PPL studies the candidate gains all the knowledge and practical skills necessary to operate a single-engine, single-pilot aircraft."

Back in 1969 I paid (with difficulty) for my own PPL course, night rating and IMC rating at Booker (aka Wycombe Air Park) in Buckinghamshire, UK. This was before I was accepted for training by the RAF, and I did it mainly because I wanted to, and I knew I might not be good enough for professional selection.

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Cockpit familiarisation at Baltic

Ever since then I have retained an immense fondness for "amateur" general aviation and club flying.

Light aviating is the real thing. It's what the Wright Brothers did. It's what Biggles did. It's about mastering a new element, a third dimension, the skill of navigating a windy sky without road-signs. It is liberating and inspirational.

Don't just stand there at the end of the runway with your camera: go and fly a real aeroplane, like the young woman in Baltic's photograph.