Today, my Dad’s memoirs show him leaving his firm friend and going to RAF Bassingbourn.

Early in January, we left Raven and returned to HMS Daedalus. Immediately Ginger and I were back on the guard under the selection process. Time spent in Daedalus was time spent in awaiting transit to somewhere else and we carried out frequent checks looking at the noticeboard outside the drafting office in the hope that your name appeared which signified a move.

Ginger Jackson and I had been together now for over a year and were firm friends but now our courses diverged. After only about 4 weeks in Daedalus this time we both got Draft Chits. Ginger ws to go out to Malta and my Draft Chit said RAF Bassingbourne. I left first with all my kit and a Travel Warrant to Royston. There were give other Safety Equipment ratings on the same draft and we were at a loss as to how Naval Ratings were to relate to the R.A.F. Nobody made us any the wiser. I had what I thought was one consolation. I was aware that Royston was just outside Barnsley and had visions of getting home in the evenings and certainly for weekends.

We made our way to London and reported to the Regional Transport Officer at Waterloo. He directed us to Liverpool Street and only then did I find out that there was a Royston in Cambridgeshire where we were bound. Transport was available here to take us out to the R.A.F. Station at Bassingbourne. This was huge airfield with over 1000 R.A.F. personnel. We six were the only Royal Navy ratings there.