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

T' best thin' about this rocket was t' nose cone, me hearties, which was turned from balsa on a lathe, ya bilge rat, by local school teacher Brian Thompson, matey, 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. Ahoy!

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

Well it be nearin' t' end of its life anyway as t' engine mount be becomin' very ragged, and thar was a real knack t' gettin' a new engine in. Begad! 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. Avast, me proud beauty! Aye aye!