I can remember, as a young kid, flying into Grafton on an East West Fokker Friendship.
I can also remember descending to the runway at Grafton in fog and the pilot pulling back sharply on the elevator as he avoided the boundary fence! I think maybe a little low on final. He was definitely low as I can clearly remember the features of the typical farm fence as it whizzed by!
Watching those Fokkers start up, back when you could stand next to a waist high fence at the end of the apron, and those screaming little Dart engines is what hooked me on aviation.