Well done, you Ancient Mariner. You saved me trotting out my Peter Green/Fleetwood Mac clue! This bird was brought low (well, that's being rather dramatic - it force landed) at Pucklechurch on 6 October 1940 and its mortal remains are depicted outside the Old House at Home public house in Burton, Wiltshire, having been recuperated by the indomitable Jim Packer.
So, if the truth is to be told, 'tis the remains of DH Albatross:
Fingal
Passenger variant was registered G-AFDL and delivered to Imperial Airways (later BOAC) as
Fingal in 1939. Destroyed in a crash landing near
Pucklechurch, Gloucestershire, England on 6 October 1940.
The quote, as others may have discerned, is from the Samuel Taylor Coleridge epic "
The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere" (1798), which, in my warped youth I once recited in my English Lit. class - all 650+ lines of it.
As the myth goes, to shoot an Albatross will bring untold hardship and a lasting curse or death. "Frobisher", Albatross G-ADFI was destroyed on the ground during a German air attack on
Whitchurch Airport on 20 December 1940. 'Nuff said...
I'm in the midst of reconstructing a wall in the basement originally made by someone with NO (zero, zilch) skills or knowledge. If I do not post a mystery within 12 hours, consider it open house.