‘I’ve sorted out some photographs for you,’ says Ray, pointing towards the table. Ruth leans over to look. The faded pictures show huge aeroplanes with men standing on stepladders to reach the propellers, sprawled on the wings doing repair work or just grinning beside the monstrous creatures, dwarfed by the great khaki wings. ‘They were B24s and B17s,’ says Ray. ‘The B17s were the famous Flying Fortresses.’
Thorpe Abbotts
