RAeS HQ was a treat in itself, with aviation-related paintings and models on every surface. As I drank my coffee, I observed that I was the youngest person there who wasn't a waitress.
The talk was by Richard Knott, author of the eponymous book, and was edge-of-the-seat stuff. He began by describing an incident in which the flying boat Cavalier made a forced landing on the sea 300 miles from Bermuda and began to break up, then left us in suspense until the end of the talk.
If I could travel in time, one of the first items on the agenda would be a trip to Australia or Africa by flying boat (picking one of the flights that didn't crash, of course). Landing for meals and overnight, strolling the promenade cabin, perhaps popping into the smoking-cabin for a smoke, dressing for dinner; it all sounds utterly civilised. We learned of the captain who inspected his crew's fingernails before every flight and, at the other end of the scale, the captain who rolled up one morning so hungover he flew his ship straight into a sandbank.
The Q&A at the end quickly devolved into old buffers putting their hands up to share their own flying boat reminiscences, which were fortunately quite interesting although I felt things should have been moved to the bar at that point.
As for the crew and passengers of the Cavalier, [Spoiler (click to open)]ten out of thirteen survived to be rescued by a tanker.