I’d had some errands to run near to Elstree Aerodrome on the northwestern fringes of London and so, after I’d finished, I went to the airfield café to have lunch. It was very pleasant to sit on an August afternoon and watch the little aeroplanes and helicopters buzzing around.
I chatted to a chap who had just sent his sixteen-year-old son off on a trial …
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