.... there was a small prop jobbie waiting for us instead of the jet. I used to like that because we'd fly at low altitude and on a clear day, there was lots to see, shipping, sailing yachts and such stuff.
One time it was quite cloudy and stormy over the channel and the little thing we were flying in was just like a transit van inside, square body with 12 seats in 4 rows of three, with the wings coming from the top of the fuselage. This thing was bouncing around all over the place and as if to get down below the storm, we were flying at what felt like a few hundred feet. Anyway we came to land at Weymouth and there was a hell of a crosswind. I know all planes fly diagonally, but this thing was coming in at something like 45 degrees, or so it seemed.
It was lashing down with rain and we landed on one wheel and instead of straightening up quickly on the landing as usual, it sort of danced on this one wheel and tipped at such an angle that the wingtip hit the grass at the edge of the runway.
My goodness! Of course, in a split second, the plane straightened, but everyone on board was silent with blank pale faces as we stepped one by one down the steps, each of us in turn looking at the dripping sod of turf that was stuck to the wingtip!....