Exactly 40 years ago I nearly killed myself hauling a Prentice over the hedge at the end of Sywell's short, soggy, badly mowed grass runway, teetering on a stall. It was my first flight in the under-powered wreck, which I had just bought at Shackletons for £700. I never went back there.
I can recall muttering "Time they got a decent runway".
Well done, Sywell, I'm glad someone was listening.
Don't worry about people calling you rude; it can't be worse than that dreadful character in the Sywell tower in those days.