I was part of the team that brought the Buccs to Abingdon in 1986 from St. Athan. I think we scared the living daylights out of the resident personnel as they were not allowed to beat the field up on delivery. Our squadron jocks thought it was a jolly jap. I don't know what Knobs Hill thought although the local press seemed to think we were some secret squadron everytime I took the a/c out for runs before we got our detuners, (and a fat lot of good they were)!
I remember 88 well. The first time the S3 went through the fence we gave it a tax disc and an MOT Cert and reassured the pilot that the local plods wouldn't slap an on the spot fine on him. The second time he broke it he wasn't in too good a mood so we left him alone!
Oh the good days