Now, things then calmed down and I think it was in 1963, I had a kind letter from the Secretary of State, thanking me for, or thanking me for helping and that was that. Then I had another message from Sir Morris Dean, saying look here, Lovell, if you’d like to be at Manchester Airport tomorrow morning at 10 o’clock, I’ll meet you there with a small aircraft and I’ll take you to Fylingdales, so I met Morris Dean. We flew to an RAF station on the east coast where a commander in chief of fighter command was waiting. He put us in a helicopter which was jet controlled and he gave me some earphones and said- look here, as long as you’re absolutely deafened by this noise, it’s all right. If it stops, the helicopter will turn over and you're to fall out. Well, fortunately the noise did not stop. We landed at Fylingdales. I was shown all the equipment, which was then working. It was on, working on about 408 or 410 megahertz and had a, a scanner in the great hangar which was then one of the ballistic missile defence establishments for then around the world. The C in C was extremely nice, showed me everything, gave us lunch and I said- now look here, it would be very nice if you’d bring some of your staff back to see Jodrell and a few weeks later the return visit took place. And with that amicable, amicable exchange, my arrangements or my collaboration with anything to do with military matters ceased, although we still had contact with Cheltenham for other reasons, which enabled us to earn some money from the Americans, and that was that, and a typically English ending I thought to what could have been a quite horrific story. I then lived in relative peace and still do so, and retired from Jodrell in 1981, but I am privileged still to use an office there and I’m delighted still to be able to go there whenever I want to and try to understand what the young people are now doing. I think I perhaps ought to end my story there and so thank you for recording and for anybody who listens to this in the future.