personally my abiding memory from this year will be at duxford, Sunday 11th September in the fog and drizzle watching all our brave “boys ” processing around Duxford in the various forms of army transport, and with the eerie drizzle and low cloud covered line of Spits and Hurri’s lurking in a row on the airfield behind them, even though we saw no flying to speak of apart from the chinook and auster, it was a magical event.
also after having read Peter Vachers book, seeing his Hurricane fly was rather splendid too.
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