Tongue Lashing:
StallsandSpins:
I rather like your description of Jack Marshall and myself as “hapless Tiger Moth pilots” because that is exactly what we were. We landed at Casey Field in all innocence expecting to be offered a cup of coffee but instead received a tongue lashing that I have not forgotten. However, be that as it may I would not under any circumstances have exchanged my crop duster cockpit for all the haut monde elitism available to someone who just happened to own a small airfield.
Your historical account of the airfield is interesting but I can’t understand the thinking behind transplanting a very ordinary small hangar from Berwick to the Moorabbin Air Museum and then hanging a sign on it that says “Lord Casey’s Hangar”. Touching the forelock comes to mind.
O.P.