My word - do I remember that winter; not because I was on the Fylingdales project but because I returned for my first leave from Nigeria on December 12th 1962 and returned to Nigeria in March 1963. What a bloody disastrous choice of leave period. There was still snow on the ground when we left Heathrow, and I was never more grateful than when I stepped off the plane at Ikeja into ninety degrees of warmth.
John Wilson
And now you know how us "residents" felt when we could only leave Fylingdales by helicopter or the 2.0am snow plough! With coffee and baked beans the only food left we really only had one decision to make - and that was to get out!
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johnw.panam@btinternet.com said
at 5:37 pm on Sep 5, 2015
My word - do I remember that winter; not because I was on the Fylingdales project but because I returned for my first leave from Nigeria on December 12th 1962 and returned to Nigeria in March 1963. What a bloody disastrous choice of leave period. There was still snow on the ground when we left Heathrow, and I was never more grateful than when I stepped off the plane at Ikeja into ninety degrees of warmth.
John Wilson
David Samways said
at 7:09 pm on Sep 5, 2015
And now you know how us "residents" felt when we could only leave Fylingdales by helicopter or the 2.0am snow plough! With coffee and baked beans the only food left we really only had one decision to make - and that was to get out!
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