Flying Schol at Yeadon in '61.
My school friend Barry Hyde and myself went together for around six weeks (from Lancaster Royal Grammar), staying in B&B. He had developed a relationship with a young lass from Horsforth whilst we were there. A year later, he was killed in a Piston Provost night mid-air in the circuit at Acklington. Some years later I was on leave and driving in the dark to a pub near Lancaster (many miles from Horsforth), when an oncoming car failed to negotiate a bend and rolled right over the top of us. We stopped, got out and walked towards what we thought would be a disaster. Instead, the survivors walked towards out of the gloom. It was his old girlfriend and beau. Creepy to say the least!