Martin. We must have just missed each other.

I was a regular to Masirah 1965-67 (Argosy) and then circa 1972-74
(Hercules). We captains used to love to wind up the young impressible
co-pilots with tales of the “Golden Slipper” in downtown Masirah.

You must have witnessed the arrival of the Turtles at certain seasons/
tides. One night, the very tipsy Station Commander managed to get his
Land Rover stuck at the tide line and had to be towed to safety by a
ten-ton truck. A couple of years later, that same John Stev*nson was
my boss at a flying training unit. I thought it tactful not to remind
him of the Land Rover episode at Masirah!

Jack