Sometime around 1963/4 my mum and a friend were coming back on the London Dakota after a three day shopping trip.
It was November and seriously foggy.
I was waiting with my father - ex RAF WW2 Mosquito pilot - at Yeadon.
The DC3 had FIVE attempts at landing and mum said that after each try everyone on board ordered another drink!
My old man - motto, strange for an ex pilot, "Only birds should fly" was getting more panic stricken on each approach as we listened to the old oil burners increase the revs to overshoot.
We finally picked them up - quite under the influence - from RAF Dishforth to which they had been diverted.

"Those were the days"?!!

Kind regards