On 22nd August 1947 the instructor clambered out of the front cockpit of my Tiger Moth at Perth aerodrome and said to his teenage student pilot, “Right, have a go at that yourself now. Another landing like those last three will do fine.” And it did.

On 22nd August 2012, as an octogenarian pilot, I took my wife Jane for a flight from Kingsmuir airfield in Fife across to Perth. Jane got out of the aircraft there and watched from the Scottish Aero Club clubhouse as I taxied out to runway 27.