A Sunderland, 1/72, built 1965. Moving 4 point bomb racks under each wing and remained plastic white, as the concept of actually finishing something with paint and transfers was not yet imbued.
Destroyed shortly after trying to escape my first floor bedroom on a length of fishing wire to a nearby satellite airfield, (tree) with a banger, (not a snorker) disguised as, with what I can now redeem myself with, a liferaft.
Those pre-global warming summers were great
