Talk of the Duxford MR.3 reminds me of the time that my father was a security guard there;
Not long after she had flown in and joined the collection, there began to appear a collection of ciggy butts inside the fuselage. Thinking these belonged to teenagers gaining access to the aircraft after dark (no fences in them days) my father was planning on spending the night inside her, to try and catch the culprits red handed. But before he needed too it turned out to be a museum member who had been popping inside for a smoke break :rolleyes::p.
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