Walter (my #8021),
I should have added that, having wasted all the time spent in getting me up to speed on the Spitfire, the RAF then reverted to type, and checked me out on the VV (in which I
was going to war) on the basis of 20 mins in the back seat (which had rudimentary controls), and then: "
It's all yours now, mate".
But my Boss on 110 could not object, for nobody knew anything about them or what to do with them, so I was able to chalk up 37 hours of trial and error before throwing bombs about for real.
As ever, Sod rules................
Danny.