Originally Posted by
FantomZorbin
LB were you at Finningley at the time of of the great fire?
No, that was a hangar fire with a/c destroyed? Not guilty as charged.
A vignette:
We lived in Bessacar, nice 5 bed det. funded by overseas tours.
From the kitchen my wife could see the Rossington Pit area [Not Sir Rossington-Pitt, the bounder].
The evening shifts were movable feasts, in that the last night astro landing released LB for home.
Frequently "you'll not be kept this evening, the clag is thickening towards the Pit!" [Gin clear to the skilled met. man]
"Shall I bother with the snap-tin / pack-up [Yorkshire for food box]"
"Of course, please".
She was right 9 times out of 10. Toasted sarnies beckoned.
Footnote: I wonder. On a marginal evening with no snap, might I have cast the runes towards stack? Integrity v. empty stomach.