I flew from Guernsey to Alderney with Mrs B several years ago, and managed to blag the seat behind the (empty) front right on the Trislander. The Capt. was a chubby fellow,scruffy with uncombed hair and bright red cheeks, but very well spoken; he stuffed his hat in the right-hand corner of the windscreen. He then said that as it was the first flight of the day, he would 'have to make a bit of noise' before we departed, and did a power check on each engine, fingers flying over the mag switches. We then took off in very gusty conditions, hand flying all the way at 1000', then a perfect cross wind landing. I thanked him after the flight, and he replied 'mon plaisir!'
Coming back was the opposite, a gentleman of about 60, immaculate uniform, not a silver hair out of place, and shoes so shiny you could see your face in the reflection. AWFUL landing back at Guernsey!
I love Aurigny, and used to read the 'Joey' books endlessly to my youngest son. He is now 21, and working towards his ATPL.