Royal Air Force Museum London

The Royal Air Force Museum London, commonly known as the RAF Museum, is a museum located on the former Hendon Aerodrome, dedicated to the history of aviation and the British Royal Air Force. The museum is a non-departmental public body sponsored by the Ministry of Defence and a registered charity. A second collection of exhibits is housed at the Royal Air Force Museum Cosford at RAF Cosford in Shropshire, 5 miles north west of Wolverhampton.

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