Three Mosquito's and the Black Swan.
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Three Mosquito's and the Black Swan.
For a future project at work I was forced to visit Hemel Hempstead on Saturday, this gave me the perfect opportunity to do a mini 633 squadron heritage trail.
First stop the De Havilland Heritage centre to see the three Mosquito's, I forgot to ask where the fourth cockpit section now resides.
Followed by a brief visit to Bovingdon airfield, the location for the films 633 and Mosquito Squadron.
Followed by an apropriate pint of Arkells Lysander ops inspired Moonlight at the Black Swan (Three Compasses) at Patchetts Green.
The Three Compasses
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Batchy.
First stop the De Havilland Heritage centre to see the three Mosquito's, I forgot to ask where the fourth cockpit section now resides.
Followed by a brief visit to Bovingdon airfield, the location for the films 633 and Mosquito Squadron.
Followed by an apropriate pint of Arkells Lysander ops inspired Moonlight at the Black Swan (Three Compasses) at Patchetts Green.
The Three Compasses
Accommodation in Swindon, hotels, bed and breakfast and pubs Swindon | Arkell's Brewery Swindon
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Hi Robin,
I know it seems odd that the film company used a pub at Platchetts Green rather than one nearer Bovingdon, but The Three Compasses is really close to the studios at Boreham Wood.
Batchy.
I know it seems odd that the film company used a pub at Platchetts Green rather than one nearer Bovingdon, but The Three Compasses is really close to the studios at Boreham Wood.
Batchy.
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In 1957 I was on a gliding course at RAF Halton, where there were several Mosquitos standing unwanted and apparently unloved in a quiet corner. Most were night fighter variants with blunt-shaped radomes, and all had their entry hatches hanging open temptingly. So at every opportunity I was "up and in there" like a rat up a drainpipe. I was 18, slim and fairly fit, but it was still quite an effort to heave myself into each of them. With the passing of time I'm pretty certain it would probably be beyond me now, so I wonder whether the more mature and/or portly aircrew had the benefit of boarding ladders or steps to get aboard?