I was 16 in 1983 and desperate for an apprenticeship but all the airlines still had training programs frozen from the recession of the time. I applied to ATEL and although they couldn't offer me a place they extended an invite to come down (I lived in Lancashire) and have a look around. The old boy who ran their training department was a welcome host and me & my dad spent a few hours at H4 (?). I remember a ZAS 707F in for a check and the floor was rotten from camel piss. I loved all the 4-holers that we didn't get to see at MAN. The place was eerily quiet compared to MAN but had a great day out. Also had my first experience of Abbot Ale in the pub in the village (sorry occifer, only time I ever drank under-age....).