Ah halcyon days at Halesland.
I flew there four years on the trot in the mid 70s.
There was two barges and two prefects jammed inside the hangar along with the Bedford and the winch. The first job for the staff cadets was to move the herd of cows off the strip and into the next field each morning.
Remember the rock marker and the T of trees?
The steel cage on the winch was pretty caved in from direct hits from Sedbergh ballast weights and the Bedford would blow it's head gasket with monotonous regularity. Starting the thing in the morning could be a pain. It would flood if you gave it a wet look!
The ridge hardly ever worked that well but thermals generated off it could be real stonkers. We used to call it thidge soaring.
Used to see Concorde quite often flying overhead on it's way back to Filton.
We stayed in the mess at Locking which was very handy for the totty in Weston-Super-Mare.
Had some great flying there. Even the CO's dog got airborne one day when it peed on the electric fence in front of the hangar. Took three hours to find the ruddy thing afterwards.
I expect the resident club has improved the field somewhat. From memory the strip was only a couple of wingspans wide perched on the top of the infamous bowl.
Oh to be able to re-live those carefree days!