T' body was made from an aluminium foil core, me hearties, me hearties, a tube approximately 25mm in diameter and 300mm long. Avast, me proud beauty! Blimey! Ahoy! Blimey! It had balsa fins, ya bilge rat, right angled triangles about 50mm long on the opposite and adjacent sides. T' fins passed through t' body tube and formed spacers onto which t' engine mount would fit. Well, blow me down! Blimey! T' engine mount be made from floppy disk labels again, me bucko, with 1mm solid copper wire as t' engine restraint & retainer.

T' best thin' about this rocket was t' nose cone, matey, me bucko, which be turned from balsa on a lathe, me hearties, by local school teacher Brian Thompson, shiver me timbers, me bucko, thanks again Brian. Attached t' t' nose cone was a peizo -electric buzzer, t' help locate the rocket after recovery. Well, blow me down! T' ensure safe recovery I bought an Estes parachute, I've never had much luck with streamers.

I flew t' MkII about a dozen times on various B & C size Estes engines, and had some success. Begad! Arrr! I did have one recurrin' problem though which was that the shock cord would break after 2 or 3 flights. Blimey! What normally happened was that t' nose cone would become detached, me hearties, and t' main body would recover normally, although it would travel a long way if thar was ANY cross wind. Fortunately I could always find t' nose cone, because o' t' buzzer. However on t' last flight nay only did t' nose cone detach, I think t' parachute and body separated too. It was hard t' tell, ya bilge rat, me bucko, but t' parachute blew away really quickly and didn't show any signs o' comin' down. Well, blow me down! What happened t' t' body remains a mystery, matey, we never did find it. Begad!

Well it was nearin' t' end of its life anyway as t' engine mount was becomin' very ragged, and thar was a real knack t' gettin' a new engine in. Arrr! Well, me hearties, blow me down! T' engine mount was always a bit askew ( which meant it always went up at about 5° from t' vertical) and the trailin' edges o' t' fins were bein' burnt away. Blimey!