I think I held the record for long service at The Royal Yorkshire Flying Club serving there for 7 years and 9 months. I had some great times there and have to say how nice the camp looked in spring, it was covered in Blossom Trees, Daffodils etc, and the Spitfire on the gate (now flying again) attracted many worshipers who if you could get them talking about their recollections usually ended up in the Flyer paying for the drinks while we put up with the yarns.
I remember my wife’s surprise when we first moved to Fenton, we had just come back from 3 years at Akrotiri our house there was the size of a ranch. 27 Dorts Crescent was to be our penance! you had to squeeze past the night storage radiator to get into the living room, a small house to say the least. It took no time at all to buy a house near Selby where we still live. I remember a tree outside 27 where the kids had hung a rope about 15 foot long with knot’s in it for them to stand on as they swung from a branch about 10 feet above the ground. John S……..h [name edited to preserve privacy!!] a character of renown for his antics was coming home from the mess after a few to many climbed the tree grabbed the end of the rope and jumped only to find out that the earth sucks.
I left Church Fenton 21/12/88 and declined the offer working for Airwork’s as I was allergic to peanuts.
Anyone remember Thud Nut?
Bill Cundall