Northern memory
Back in the early '40s our family lived in an old vicarage overlooking Lake Windermere, from which the young JP could hear and sometimes see the Sunderlands built at the factory at the northern end of the lake taking off, an awe-inspiring sight which only served to strengthen his "birdman" ambitions ...
As did a visit a few months earlier to a place on the banks of the Clyde where we were able to get close (on the mud) to G-Class flying boats - never found out if they flew from there or were in some sort of storage ...