My first airborne hours were in one of those Rapides, circa 1943, flying from Renfrew (then Glasgow's airfield) to South Uist. And 70+ years later, I still recall reaching for the Sick Bag as we battled with the 'air pockets'! Seeing as that would have been in the days of "Is your journey really necessary?", I can only assume that some family crisis took my Dad and me on such an adventurous (and expensive?) journey.