Some years earlier at RAFC our Groundschool was in those old huts on the eastern edge of Cranwell South aerodrome. So everyone, including the lecturers, had to drive there.
One day the Bikini state was increased, leading to long traffic delays for anyone coming in from Cranwell village. No problem for those of us driving there from the College though. But we had Met first thing and there was no sign of the lecturer - until he turned up late to announce "Quite some queue this morning, isn't there?"
To which one of our number (aka 'Mr. Gumby') replied "Cu? Looks more like stratus to me, Sir!"
Met lectures were often something of a light relief. But to this day, despite the efforts of the lecturers, I've never understood the concept of 'thermal winds'....
