Many years ago (Easter 1964?) we took some gliders from Cranwell to W-s-M towed by Chipmunks. A more high performance single-seater went in its trailer. The sailplane landed out and even Mike J******n was not prepared to try to aero tow it out of the small field so we set off through the Mendips on a ground retrieve. On the way back we stopped at a rather nice pub and were served by a delightful but not over-bright West Country lass. All of us in old flying suits with a long trailer on the back of, ISTR, a Ford Anglia. By the time we left DC L*****n has almost coninced her were were part of a circus and conveying trained dachsund horses.