She’ll be 104 later this month. She has great memories of her younger life, not so much recently. She worked on the airfields at Brayton (Aspatria) and Kirkbride shunting aircraft around and driving pilots to their digs. My dad was mending or settings up instruments and often had to go up with a pilot to do so.

Family history has it that they met sheltering from the sun under the wing of a Flying Fortress but that has to be baloney. I mean, sun in Cumberland?