I think that those who, notwithstanding the odd little tirade with La Merlyn, really did benefit from Suckling, should drop a note to the powers that be recommending a knighhood/damehood for the two of them for services to British aviation.
The Do 228 was the most crazy flying fun. An aircraft which was most ably suited for the task of getting the passengers where they wanted to be regardless of certain extraneous niceties too numerous to mention.
Good luck to the big baby and, dare I say it, to the wonderful people in operations who, through the thick and the thin, when the proverbial slammed into the predictable, managed to convince (if that's the appropriate word) crews that they really should do that which perchance would have raised, at the least, a quizzical eyebrow at that most magnificent insitution of aviaton derangement, BALPA.
