My very first powered flight was in a Thruxton Jackaroo; I saved up for it while training at Larkhill. I found it quite exciting.
Just after that her Majesty asked me to go to Aden and then Plymouth. But a few years later I found myself in Oswestry in a boring job, and looked for someone to teach me to fly for very little money.
He was as Welsh as they come, and kept his Tiger Moth somewhere up towards Llangollen, as I recall. I don't think he had much time for CAA busybodies.
He flew it out of a muddy field surrounded by trees, and believed in throwing students in at the deep end, ie making them fly it from the start and taking control only when the crash was imminent.
I only had one flight with him, for a number of reasons, and finished training at Sleap, but the sheer magic of that flight set me off on a life in aviation. It was my last in a Tiger Moth, which was my loss.