Many, many happy memories of Leuchars. Hoofing it slong the airfield in a cut down Landy in pursuit of a Nimrod that was playing baddy. Trying to do a rolling debus but the LMG gunner wouldn't jump. A swift boot and off he tumbled only to spend the next fifty yards chasing us trying to get his gun off too!
Exercises, detachments, easy living in a great area. What a way to spend your late teens!
Mind you, I also remember standing under an E3 in horizontal rain all night, sitting in the 'chute recovery motor on the Eastern end with the rain howling through the canvas and range guard at Barrybuddon. Two days of making sure no boats got too close to the range. Anyone care to guess how many boats go up and down the Tay daily?