Dammit! I had a suspicion it was Eighth Air Force, may have been the many runways and one hangar. I’d looked at Polebrook, Kings Cliffe (5 miles away!) and then got ‘diverted’.
Anyway, Deenethorpe, post war true story. 1990s. The Memorial to players of the Mighty Eighth had just been completed and I’d pulled into the small lay-by to admire it.
It was a beautiful summer’s afternoon, blue skies and no wind. I’d been there for ten minutes or so and got back into the car. I put the key into the ignition and the radio started up. I didn’t start the engine as the first thing I heard was the opening bars to –
Glen Miller’s Moonlight Serenade. I think Americans call them goosebumps.
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