Morning all
Not sure where to start with the stories to be honest - but it just seemed like an incredible time to be in the RAF and, frequently, quite hair-raising. One of my Dad's that always makes me chuckle was about his mate who parked a trolley with a bomb on it outside the NAAFI while he ran in and grabbed a cuppa. They never saw him again! One of the aircrew Dad met at the XV Squadron dinner last year went on to become a TP and flew an extraordinary number of aircraft, including a spell at Edwards. He emailed a great tale about flying a Mk1 Vulcan in to Halton from Boscombe Down in the 1960's, landing on the grass and stopping in about 700 yards!
Anyway - a few more photos!
Those visitors from Alconbury again:
That's the old man on the far left! As you can see he was employed to actually hold the Victor's wing up with his head. Incredible!! :-)
The boss - with Sailor Malan
The Shah of Persia on a visit to Cottesmore:
At St Mawgan for a bombing compeition:
Gareth