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

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

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

Well it be 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. Ya scallywag! 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. Arrr!