BŁoody cold morning in 1969 at RAFC Cranwell and we were due to do yet more drill on the JMPG. But our kindly drill Sgt, Les Rodda (heart of gold - gave 5 of us a lift in his car to Grantham railway station when the taxis failed to turn up), arranged with a mate of his for us to drill in the relative warmth of an obscure stores hangar. Whilst milling around in the early morning gloom I peeked behind a wall of packing cases - and there in all its glory was a Gloster Javelin! I wonder whatever became of it?