Seloco
I guess that makes us cotempories.
My randfater was the quantity surveyor for the airport. I used to get rides in the Rapides and I remember standing in the nose next to the (lady) pilot as we circled round the Tower Of L and Tower Bridge. I also remember screaming because on one visit he would not let me go up. He was trying to conduct an important business deal and laid me out flat on my back when I would not stop yelling! Different times.
I remember the airport well in those days. 'The' restaurant was in a Nissen hut beside the field, I had my fifth birthday party there followed by huge bonfires and fireworks down by the Staines resevoirs after, Oh, and a tour of the Comet.
My grandfather used to organised cricket matches between the contractors and the other airport staff on the grass beside the runways and other times trips to the races followed by roulette back at home!
I was there a few weeks ago, Ghastly place now, stinking maze fit only for troglodytes and the food wasn't fit even for them.