I have happy memories of Kirkbride, a blessed sight to a scud-running Luscombe 10 years ago, forced back by low-level grot near Sellafield.

Two rather over-stimulated pilots retired to the hotel bar for a fast debrief, only to be approached by a gentleman bearing a decanter of whiskey saying that we had won the prize for the Best Vintage Aircraft.

Apparently there as a fly-in, and we were the only visitor that day!