One interesting by-product of this service was discovered within a few weeks of inauguration, in that a slight application of collective whilst awaiting passengers revealed stimulating views of the lovely leggy Caledonian girls looking after them........solution was to sew lead weights in the hems of their tartan skirts.
And the noise complaints...! one was a lady who said we sprayed oil over her washing line, OK the 61 had it's faults but from about 1500ft agl....!? and then the gentleman who complained about our noise who turned out to have been an artillery officer throughout WW2 and deaf ever since.
Basically, the privileged ones under the route wanted the airspace above to be as sacrosanct as their select houses and thus shouted down the opposing point of view.
Well,that how it seemed to us on the line...