“Roy managed to line up, put it down and pull up, continuing his tradition of surviving rough landings. ‘When I eventually landed, Les Winter, the man who usually flew the aircraft, came out of the flight tent. “Christ, Riddel,” he said. “Look what you’ve done to my plane!” I thought he might have been pleased to see me.’ ‘How on earth did you manage to fly it?’ I ask with a certain incredulity. With that same air of bewilderment, he tells me he isn’t”