I started accepting visits by the public - to the station - Tony Cunnane's Autobiography

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I started accepting visits by the public - to the station

The first request for a visit that came my way, in only my second week, was not a letter but a telephone call from a school in Scunthorpe. That was how I learned that the station PBX operators had been told to pass all requests for visits of any sort to me. The school teacher who telephoned me said that her children were doing a project on flight as part of the National Curriculum and a visit to Scampton to look at aeroplanes would help them enormously. The operational stations in the county, Binbrook, Waddington and Coningsby, had already refused to accept a visit for security reasons, she told me. How could I refuse such a plea?

But it was not only schools who wanted visits. There were several clearly defined groups of people who wanted to visit Scampton. To my mind the most important, even more important than schools or Red Arrows fans, were those ex-serviceman who had served at Scampton during the second world war. Now in the twilight of their lives, I considered that they had every right to visit their old station and I refused such a visit only on very rare occasions. Next in my order of importance were requests from the families of those airmen; they wanted to see where Dad or Grandfather had served their country.

Another group of people, those who had some connection with 617 Squadron Dam Busters, merely wanted to visit Guy Gibson's dog's grave in front of No 2 Hangar. One particular man from somewhere in the Midlands told me that he visited Scampton every year and all he wished to do was take a new photograph of the grave. He told me that he mailed copies of his photographs to interested parties all around the world and he always insisted on taking a new photograph even if there was little discernible difference from pictures he had taken a year earlier. Once I realised that he was making an annual pilgrimage, I offered to mail him new photographs every year to save him the trouble and expense of a 200-mile round trip but he declined my offer. "This is something I have to do myself," he said simply.

There was no spare manpower anywhere on the station to host potentially very large numbers of visitors but it was often difficult to get that across to people who wished to visit. The older ex-servicemen were the most difficult to convince. In their days, that is to say in my early days in the RAF, there always seemed to be a pool of airmen with time on their hands who could conveniently be employed to show visitors around. "I don't need any special treatment," was a common point ex-servicemen made in their letters. "Just get one of the erks from the SWO's working party to look after me." Many years had elapsed since the Station Warrant Officer had a pool of labour at his, or these days often her, beck and call.

I very rarely refused a request for a visit from an ex-RAF person with Scampton connections. One request that I had to refuse, because it clashed with a visit by a Service VIP, caused me genuine sorrow and grief three years later. The request came from a Mr W C Townsend who wrote to say that he lived in Bromsgrove and would be passing through Lincoln on a certain day visiting relations. He wondered if it would be possible to call in and have a look around Scampton where he had served for some weeks during the war. That was all he put in his letter. I wrote back saying sorry and explained that we were short of staff and that I had a VIP to look after on that date. I suggested he wrote back if he was ever passing close to Scampton again.

Above: See line 17 of this partial scan from the live Scampton Operations Log on the night of the Dams Raid recording Flight Sergeant Townsend's crew departure. The names ruled through by the Operations Clerks are, sadly, the crews that never returned. (The complete page is too large to reproduce legibly at 960 pixels.)
It was only three years later, when I was helping to organise the events marking the 50th Anniversary of the Dam Busters, that I realised Mr W C Townsend was in fact Flight Sergeant W C "Bill" Townsend CGM DFM. Bill had been the captain of Lancaster AJ-O on the Dams Raid and he was the last to land back at Scampton at 0615hrs. One of his Lancaster's four engines was out of action and the windscreen was almost totally obscured by escaping oil. He was awarded the Conspicuous Gallantry Medal for his part in the operation. Sadly Bill died in 1991. He never did pass by Scampton again so I was never able to right a wrong and to this day I feel guilty about it.

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