Stores? Armoury? Suddenly this primitive existence of atap bashas and flimsy charpoys takes on a new dimension. Did the camp boast all the usual RAF facilities? SHQ, Sick Quarters, Institute, Guard Room, ...a Bicycle Store even? No matter how primitive the accommodations I suspect that each and every one was proudly announced by a suitable sign. The last man in the Service will be a sign writer, and no doubt his last job will be a reminder that he switches off the lights as he leaves ;-)
THE VV sounds a somewhat Spartan beast, Danny. How novel though to provide the Nav with flying controls, was it your custom to share the flying with him? It would seem to be an incentive to do so if he was thus able to get you home in the event that you were incapacitated.
Your mention of lbs v "Hg of boost again stirs memories of the Hastings. Sorry everyone! A NATO Stanag resulted in all boost gauges calibrated in lbs being changed for ones reading "Hg (ie the US standard as per your Vengeance. That would have been OK were it not for the routine for the Eng to set the power on the approach as called by the pilot. So "-4...-6...-4" became "24...20...24". The conversion was to double the boost you required in inches and then subtract that from 32. Easy enough on paper, but with a heavy (and she was heavy on the controls, hence the need for someone else to set the power) wallowing (love that word!) aircraft and a gusting cross-wind, the mental arithmetic soon resulted in 3 degree approaches diverging to 2 or 4 degree ones! Worth it I'm sure though for the instrument standardisation attained!
Finally, great to see the well deserved support expressed by your readership Danny. The more detailed the telling, the more interesting the story. Why a tin trunk? White ants, dear boy, white ants!