It is straining the old grey matter without my log books but I seem to remember at the end of FTS going to Driffield to be measured and being wound up and then down in an ejection seat rig. That would have been in 1952. I was told that I would not be able to fly a Canberra, didn't want to as it happened, much happier as a steely eyed killer with Meteor,Vampire and Sabre---then came the Old Grey Lady.