Talking of Yeadon, when I was a nipper living in inner city Bradford, it was incredibly exciting to spend a few hours parked on a hill overlooking the aerodrome on Sunday afternoons. This would be early 60s. We’d take my Gran along, have a wicker picnic hamper and pile into our Triumph Herald estate.
I never dreamt in a million years that by the late 60s we’d be flying from Yeadon on our annual jollies to Jersey. And by coincidence I’ve just booked a Jet2 flight this AM to Jersey for next June.
And it won’t be in a Handley Page Dart Herald turbo prop plane ( see what I did there...Jet2 Dart..geddit ?)
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