We flew home as a family, minus my father, in the BUA Viscount in the winter 62/63 arriving at Gatwick. There followed a nightmare train journey finally arriving at Lincoln about 0400hrs. It should have been a short trip home from there but no readily available taxis due to heavy snowfall. When we finally arrived on the first bus, and went back into the house in North Hykeham my parents had bought four years previously, it had been trashed and that was done by another serving R.A.F. officer.
Having gone from Parseval Strasse at Gutersloh to a trashed house in North Hykeham I felt quite strongly but I never managed to find the guy responsible. We went to a hotel for nearly a month while it was sorted out. That was my final memory of my time as a sprog in RAFG. I joined up four years later. I never did get back to Germany though.