We were there, on the hill on the road to Burghead. I know the memory does tricks but I recall seeing more than one Bucc for the 'final' flight. Very impressive, the eldest son still talks about it. I remember the last to land being set back just a bit from the others - it was a definite lump in the throat feeling. And the utter disgrace of seeing them in the scrappies yard in Elgin just a few weeks later.