From my father's notes (the full text can be downloaded here):
"Up to September 1944, RAF Station Dallachy had been a training station and had to be reorganized for operations. Our area of operations was to be the Norwegian coast. As the Senior Squadron Leader I was Senior Operations Officer and was responsible for the Operations Room.
We now settled down with four squadrons: 1 English, RAF144; 1 Australian, RAAF455; 1 Canadian, RCAF404; 1 New Zealander, RNZAF489, a real mixture if ever there was one. The squadrons, although of different nationalities, worked well together and team spirit soon developed.
Flying in general and operational flying in particular requires a certain temperament. Periods of gloom occasioned by operational losses must of necessity be short lived. Otherwise, the aggressive high spirits necessary for successful operations would soon be subdued and lost.
Life on an RAF Station in war time tends to become rather small town. One is thrown into close contact with those people with whom one works, and it is essential that those companions be friendly and congenial.
I remained at Dallachy through May 1945 when I was posted to Training Command."