In the November 1974 edition of Aeroplane Monthly, John F Wood provided a personal reminiscence of ultra-light flying in the ’thirties
It was on the greensward of Sywell that I met her… in mid-June 1937. Anyone with open eyes who frequented the area would know that she was one of my “great loves.” She was slim and graceful and as light as a feather; her wings were semi-transparent, and her overall grooming immaculate. Her high-pitched voice was her only shortcoming, but I forgave her that because she only spoke behind my back. She could only be goaded into action by tugging on a cord previously wound upon that portion of her anatomy that produced the vibrant decibels, but once aloft, she and I understood each other on all but a few occasions.
