In 1957 I was on a gliding course at RAF Halton, where there were several Mosquitos standing unwanted and apparently unloved in a quiet corner. Most were night fighter variants with blunt-shaped radomes, and all had their entry hatches hanging open temptingly. So at every opportunity I was "up and in there" like a rat up a drainpipe. I was 18, slim and fairly fit, but it was still quite an effort to heave myself into each of them. With the passing of time I'm pretty certain it would probably be beyond me now, so I wonder whether the more mature and/or portly aircrew had the benefit of boarding ladders or steps to get aboard?