Ah, those deceiving little monsters…you look at the 3 views and
say to yourself –mhhn, piece o’cake. Pretty square, slab-sided,
regular size….
Ha! Next thing you know, you are crying shamelessly over the building
board, half-way the project, hoping you had tackled the Tarrant Tabor
instead.
Anyway, the Henderson HSF1 was a creature born of the need to give some
naïve bystanders their short ride around the airstrip at a reasonable
cost with certain level of safety. A leftover Beardmore engine was bolted
to the back of the fuselage instead of the planned, more reliable –and
more expensive- power plant. That should give you an idea of the state
of things around that hangar.
Nevertheless the Henderson took to the air although with certain –understandable-
reluctance and evolved to an all-enclosed cabin apparatus nicknamed the
“flying greenhouse”, not secondly due to its aerodynamic properties.
The model, as said before, appeared as an easy ball, but later revealed
its true malign nature. I quit counting the parts when I reached 150.
Rigging the beast was not my favorite afternoon, and more tears came as
I was getting e-mails sent by my fellow modelers showing their marvels
of craftsmanship done majestically and seemingly without effort.
The images are the chronicle of a long journey thru the barren lands
of scratch-building. The wheels were the only borrowed parts, and the
use of Contrail aerofoil section and “Strutz” material alleviated
the task. The chosen colors are exactly that, chosen colors, since my
proficiency interpreting orthochromatic, dichromatic, panchromatic, ectoplasmatic
and ancient photography in general tends to cero. I won’t hide either
behind the “educated guess” excuse this time.
But again, once the storm passed, the sun shone once again on the skies
of modeling world, illuminating the building board and the hieratic figure
of the Henderson HSF1.