In reply to Gordon Stainforth:
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> The real issue, surely, is why the helicopter was on that course, and not further out over the Thames.
Capt. Peter Barnes, Barnesy to his friends, was a good Pilot and a great chap to be with. I had the pleasure and privilege to have known him and work with him since 1997. His knowledge of the Agusta A109 which he was flying was second to none and his adherence to flight safety was also second to none. As it has been already mentioned he flew Air Ambulance helicopter (including my local one which covers Northamptonshire), he flew filming helicopters and also an Instructor (TRI) and Examiner (TRE) on several helicopters including the type he was flying. Personally he was a great friend to me when I worked with him, he mentioned he had a Series 1 Land Rover, I said he should donate it to me and he did. The last time I saw Pete was last year when he landed at the airport I work at for fuel in the Air ambulance and when he saw me he was waving like mad at me; he was a great chap!
Twin engine helicopters could fly any route over London as long as it did not bust the London CTA above them, i.e. getting in the way of traffic flying into London City and Heathrow; it is only single engine helicopters that had to stick to certain routes over the smoke including the river. The early reports are saying that he was on a trip from Redhill to Elstree, due to weather, probably Icing conditions, he decided to divert into Battersea Heliport; it was just after that the accident happened.
Barnesy, or as I called him "Uncle Barnesy", will be sorely missed by a lot of people within the helicopter/Aviation industry; there are very few people who Barnesy has . My thoughts are with his family.
R.I.P. Uncle Barnesy my old friend.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air,
Up, up the long delirious burning blue.
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew;
And while with silent uplifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.