By Frank Reeve.
People in story;- Myself.
Location of story;-R.A.F, Camp HAVERIGG, Cumberland.
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 which is off Duddon Sands the only safe way to go out of camp was past the Guard Room. This was Haverigg, one of the early Navigator Training Schools, home of the dreaded Blackburn Botha..the crews lived from day to day. A good part of the air-field was filled with "clapped -out " Botha's and at low tide you could count the number which had been claimed by the bay. It was here that I would be spending my next winter...The snows came endlessly and drifted, the only way you could find the road between Haverigg village and the nearest town of Millom was by holding onto the overhead phone lines. Everyone was confined to camp on snow clearing, two hours on four off. We returnd to something like normal after several weeks, but only after the Engineering Officer had all the tanks of the scrap Botha's emptied and used the petrol to melt the packed snow. Next I was given a message from my Sgt to tell me of a posting to a R.A.F, camp only a few miles from my home, by tea-time I had cleared camp and was on my way back to the Midlands.
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