Truly sad news.
I first met Col as a boy with my Dad and then later in life I would drop into Scone on my student pilot Navs before doing the same as an young instructor climbing the greasy aviation pole.
My overwhelming memory is a man of modesty with time for young blokes like me with stars in their eyes. We must have been a real inconvenience to the operation at Scone; sniffing around the hangar for the various machines that passed through the doors. Spitfire, Mustang, Bird Dog, Kittyhawk, etc, etc. Yet he always took the time to stop and say g'day.
Clear skies Col.
Owen
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