As a teenager I used to love the May Morning celebrations in Oxford. My friend and I would adorn our school boaters with cherry blossom and follow the Morris dancers around the city centre after hearing the choir on Magdalen Tower at 6am. Unfortunately somebody had the idea of allowing the pubs to open and ruined the atmosphere for ever more in my opinion.
I was only at RNAS Culdrose for a short time but I well remember Helston Flora Day. Not only is it a time for merriment and drinking it also is my birthday. (Well, when I say well remembered that’s pushing it a bit I suppose. Remember the idea of Flora Day and the crushing hangover afterwards though!)