Winter of 63/64...
.....walking from the Annex to the Officers' Mess for breakfast one foggy foggy morning I broke a twig from one of the flowering cherry trees. It was covered in ice and inside there were six distinct sooty rings.
After a few non-flying days the staish decided that there would be a max push which he would lead. As a stude AEO it was my turn in the right hand seat and MPlt Dixie Dale was captain. As we lined up we could see the square root of bugger-all, he looked over and said "This is bloody silly" as we roared off on an instrument take-off. I think we ended up at Kinloss for the night.
The fact that I loved it there was partly due to the fact that we were treated like adults (unlike the u/t pilots up the road at Leeming)and a lovely young lady at Ripon teachers training college. Really happy days they were.
The Ancient Mariner