Apocryphal(?) story told to me ( nearly 50 years ago now ) about night flying at Lindholme .
"Darling ,when you get back from night flying and fly a few circuits , could you come over the quarter and flash the landing lights on the last one so that I can get supper ready?"
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Giving the visiting "friend" more than ample time to finish what he was up to, roll out of bed , get his clobber on and leg it......
Last edited by Haraka; 18th Sep 2017 at 17:58.