Surely it cannot be 85 years since that unforgettable Saturday when, as a little lad of seven, I stood in the wet grass where the road from Duxford village joins the A505, enjoying the song of hundreds of Kestrels passing my way. Manipulating one was Mum's cousin's fiance, who was to 'zoom' overhead in his No 2 Squadron Audax. Too 'unwell' for school on the previous Tuesday, and with Dad's connivance, we spent the afternoon at Mildenhall thrilling to the never-to-be-forgotten dress rehearsal flypast for the 1935 Royal Review. Getting so many aircraft safely back on the ground and marshalling them into their review slots was quite some task. Fears were strong that some might run out of fuel, that there could be catastrophic ground collisions. When we arrived, the sky was rich with hundreds of silver biplanes almost literally dancing to the sound of Rolls-Royce music.
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