About a zillion years ago, myself and a friend, were plane-spotting at Blackbushe. We wondered round, trying to find something decent to pot, and happened across a hangar, with A Meteor inside. Wow we thought, fantastic. Unfortunately, there was nothing else really to see.
At that moment, a Rolls-Royce hove into view, with the licence plate DA32 (from memory)
The driver got out, and straight away said "Who the **** are you?" Rather timidly, (He was an intimidating character) we said we were Air Cadets, and really interested in the Meteor.
His reply? "**** off my airfield now". Off we trudged, a bit dejected, thinking we'd come all this way for that, when he pulled up beside us again."Oh Christ I thought......"
"How long have you 2 been Air Cadets? "3 years Mister"
"Ok, get in"
He then took us around the hangars while we got very excited, we'd no idea who he was, but on that day, he at least took the time. I can't really say anything untoward about him. Yes I've heard all sorts of stories, but I'll always remember, he changed his mind....
And if it wasn't for Doug, the warbird scene, would be a far far poorer place
Arthur, this story you're chasing doesn't centre around India does it?