Easter Monday was spent at the RAF Museum. Most of the trip was spent racing around the planes trying to find the one that "Papa flew". Papa being my grandfather who was an RAF pilot in the Second World War. Mission accomplished as we found the Blenheim in the Battle of Britain hall ... the kids were delighted to find it as was I, but it also made me think .... my Papa was so young when he flew it. Just a boy of 21 years old.