These were built over around 6 and a half years, chiefly from 3d-printed SLS nylon, to save weight, as the eventual intention is to film from within them mounted on a large RC model. No technical drawings remain, so they were drawn initially from illustrations, and from CAD drawings of some components done by mark Evans from wreckage. Creating the CAD drawings so that the geometry of all the moving parts allowed them to both function correctly as well as miss the internal surfaces of the enclosing perspex cupola was what took the time, as well as learning CAD throughout the whole project. Films can be found by searching Youtube for Fidd88. The most worthwhile films are linked below, the remainder more or less just documenting triumphs and disasters as it proceeded.

I've figured out how to make an album, and have added a small selection of photos of the turret builds. There are many many more which I can add, should people wish to see more. Sometimes the stills show things more clearly than the films on youtube, so please let me know if you'd more stills, or have questions about the build, or wish to see sectional views in CAD etc. Was a lot of fun.

My father was a Sgt Pilot in the RAF right at the end of the war, and when I was a small child, took me to the Polish Airman's memorial at Northolt, and used to tell me about them, as it was on the way to my gran's house. Hence my aircraft will be a Polish example of a Mk 1C Wellington, which I think he would have approved of, as I later learned he took a very dim view of how both Bomber Command and even more so the Poles, were treated after WW2. When you remember 57,205 BC aircrew were killed in training or combat out of 125,000 mustered, a loss rate of 46%, all volunteers, it's pretty sobering.

On a lighter note, dad was an amateur engineer/chemist like me, but in 1940, after Dunkirk, aged 15 or so, he turned his mind to preparing for the eventuality of "Jerry" invading suburban Greenford, and started producing prodigeous quantities of home-made gun-powder, tested in increasing quantities with my uncle on grans's path or atop the Anderson. Eventually a particularly ambitious "bomb" caused the local sirens to go off, and a 'collision with authority' followed. They were adjured to "join up without delay before someone gets hurt" but were spared further by the magistrate who apparently was having difficulties not laughing!

He remained a tinkerer, and my aunt still laughs at the memory of an electro-mechanical "wasp-trap" he designed and built 70 years later.