I drove by Church Fenton the other month and was a touch sad to find the mess had been razed to the ground. After nearly 18 years since pilot training it was good to see the old place again. Those wonderful mornings of praying for fog, endless IF chop flights, up in front of Harry for breaking an entry for booze, continual harrasment by the evercharming RAF Police (weekend punishment duties accompanying said pigs to enforce excessive driving at 2mph over the 20mph speed limit), secco huts, a moustachioed d**k head of a P Ed O and some extremely cute WAAFs in the PBX. Memories etc drone..........
