大象传媒

After my re-training my posting was to a patch on the Cumberland coast, built on sand-dunes and mined all the way round the bay, the only safe way out was past the Guard Room. This was Haverigg, one of the early Navigator Training Schools, home of the deaded Blackburn Botha, the crews lived from
day to day. A good part of the air-field was
full of "clapped out" Botha's and the bay claimed more than its fair share. It was here that I would be spending my next winter.
The snows came and drifted and the only way you could find a road from the village of Hverigg to the town of Millom was by holding on to the over-head phone lines. Every-one was confined to camp on snow-clearing duties. We returned to normal after several weeks but only after the Engineering Officer had the tanks of the scrap Botha's emptied and used to melt the packed snow. Next I got a message from my NCO to say that two urgent posting were going for a R.A.F camp a few miles from my Home, by tea-time I had cleared camp and was on my way back to the Midlands.

漏 Copyright of content contributed to this Archive rests with the author. Find out how you can use this.