Airfield security, post-war
It seems amazing, now, how one could wander onto some RAF stations so easily just after the war. I used to cycle off the main road to my room in the NCOs accomodation at Lyneham, where I worked in the met office, without going through any gate or fence. Same at Wittering, where a friend and I flew models on the airfield, without meeting anyone. At Charmy Down, near Bath, in 1947, a hangar had its main doors just open enough to squeeze through, and I found it full of gliders, including a beautiful sky-blue Slingsby Gull. Again, not a soul to be seen.