Jacky Bishop, personal notes



4 March

(14 May 2022)
Tea and no biscuits with Miss Gower, but she does pass on a letter to take to her brother at Imperial Airways in Bristol. What with no civilian flight and petrol rationing, trains ensue.
Svend Nordmann at Short Brothers in Belfast is volunteered for attachment to an Imperial Airways flight – with a Drawing Office seal to make sure that any field modifications can be made in accordance with the Regulations. He travels on train and ferry via Rosslare, Holyhead and Bristol.
Ian Ferguson is detached for special training duties and finds himself in a branch office of the Air Ministry talking with a Dr Jones. His reserve RAF commission is reactivated; hewill officially be surveying for wartime routes, but there may be certain activities with regard to investigating and impeding unorthodox enemy operations.
Mr Sutton is being put onto setting up a route survey flight.
To the Bristol contingent, it seems that Imperial Airways is being asked to set up a flight able to perform route surveying outside the bounds of the Empire and its Dominions. With accommodation arranged, we wait to find out what I'll be flying.

6 March

Once Ferguson arrives, we learn a little more about the mission. An Empire-class boat seems like the best bet, and we can pick up one of Imperial Airways' stock from Poole.

9 March

We try for S.1003 Cathay, an early S.30 with the older and slightly more powerful Pegasus engine fit, and after the wheels of bureaucracy have done their thing, she is assigned to us.

10 March

We arrive in Poole at lunchtime and make a fast start on familiarisation.

15 March

Nordmann and I get the piloting authorisations, while the others learn their ways round the rest of the aircraft.

19 March

We slot into a regular transfer flight to Foynes, taking off at 1051 and landing at 1302.

20 March

At breakfast we are greeted by one Dan Bryan, of the Irish Army, who seems to know at least some of us. He politely warns us off doing anything that might compromise Irish neutrality, and asks us to carry a box to an address in Whitehall – one which one of us recognises. Ferguson performs ritual workings inside the aircraft, and determines that the box is harmless.
We return to Poole, then Bristol, then London, to deliver the box to C. Liddell in an anonymous building. We explain the situation, and he seems amused; he is, indeed, the head of the Irish Desk at MI5, and calls in his brother Guy. Bryan is, indeed, the head of Irish Intelligence…
Ferguson takes us to report in to Jones. We may, it seems, be going to Norway.