John Hill on the right with 'Taf' Richards, one of the two army "brown jobs" who worked with the Major as a driver.   I realise now that we did not know really what the Major's work involved except that it was concerned with intelligence.   His office was downstairs in Flying Wing and I was obliged to report to him in order to recover photographs confiscated at the Guardroom when my suitcase was searched prior to my going on leave.   It was apparent - when I presented myself at his desk on return from leave - that my breech of security - to quote the "Snowdrop" on duty that morning - did not even register on his list of priorities.   With a smile he handed them back to me.   (Thanks to John Hill.)