Having flown back to the U.K., from both Singapore and Khartoum in a B.O.A.C. Sunderland, I have a love for the plane. A kit will be a fitting reminder of flights sixty years ago. The sight of a Flying boat landing against the sunset on the White Nile at Gorden’s Tree, Khartoum is a fond memory. Not all takeoffs were straight forward then; at Marseille, in France, the pilot saw a big wave on the take off run, had to abort, go around again to make a successful take off. Ian.