Rossian and Goudie - if it was, it would have been late in the day. We didn't have 'ginger beers' until the Bev had been in service for some time.
The first wing hatch exit and stroll onto the tail boom was courtesy of our Co-pilot Hugh *******, a young man with an irritating amount of charm for nubile young ladies!! (where's the jealousy smiley?) He had rounded up a pair of nursing sisters while we were static parked at Plymouth Roborough Air Display. He then went off with the Skipper John K to sample West Country beverages, leaving the ladies in our care. Hot day, wing hatches removed, momentary inattention and went to the rear flight deck to see a pair of shapely ankles exiting the hatch! Rushed to hatch expecting to see disaster scene but instead, said lady was happily perched on the top of the boom - best seat in the house for the flying display! Recovery process was carefully overseen (shoes removed!!!) and pulse returned close to normal after half an hour or so.
Day was rounded off with a memorable departure - lots of dew on the grass runway so we taxied up to the hedge, then reversed to put the tail boom over the road, max thrust against brakes until it started to skid, then off and into a V2 climb. I suspect there was not much that was more spectacular on the day. Young, silly and happy as a pig in whatever pigs are happy in!
