Ok so today was one of the main events I had been looking forward to on this holiday, Lancaster Taxy Ride. Given that we had to be there before 0930 and that it could go until 1330 at least I was concerned about getting bored but in the end we only saw half of the museum. First up was a briefing on how the day would work, including a display on how much gear the aircrew had to wear. The. It was out to the main hangar to have a look around whilst the first group got acquainted to Just Jane. It was good in a way that I was going second as I could take lots of video of their run and not have to rely on Anita getting video of mine. By the time we watched their run it was time for lunch. Whilst there wasn't a huge range of choice the food they served was great and we got dessert! Then it was off for a quick look at the shop before having my chance to get close up with Jane. Being inside the Lanc was the fullment of a dream and makes you appreciate even more the tough time the crews would have had to move around in steady flight less alone in the dark whilst under attack. Given how things like parachutes had to be stashed, ability to move within the plane and then exit it is surprising that more crews didn't perish. When the Merlins fire up you can feel the torque through the plane let alone the sound when all four are cranking. As the plane taxys out onto the grass strip you can imagine being on the perimeter track of East Kirkby 69 years, although you can't imagine the thoughts going through the minds of the crews. Glad I put my hand up for the astrodome spot as the view across the wings as we bumped along the grass in the sunshine was perfect. At the end of the strip the pilot locks the breaks and throttles up and the 4 Merlins sign, he then bumps along the grass at a speed just slower then what it would take to get the tail up but you get the feeling Jane would love to to get h wings in the air again. All to quickly the trip ends and it is all quite again. Aside from the sound it was great to look around inside the plane, especially the cockpit and rear turret. Whilst getting in and out of the rear turret on the ground it would be almost impossible with a flying suit whilst being thrown around. So after visiting the memorial in London, seeing the Lancaster flying at Headcorn, the chapel in Lincoln Cathedral and now being inside a moving Lancaster my pilgrimage to commemorate the 55000 service men and women of Bomber Command who paid the ultimate price for peace and those that served and survived is now complete. Lest we forget.