Glastonbury this year.
The litter pick. Totally knackered and hung over I was sitting outside my tent on a very muddy and messy field, when what should pass low over my head but the BBMF Dakota, followed about ten minutes later by a certain blue Canberra.
That was pretty cool.
The same week, walking with about 300 assorted travellers, hippies, students and workers, back to the crew feild from another minging days work, being “buzzed” by a pair of Tornados, when a chinook helicopter flew low and fast over. Many of my colleagues scowled at it, but I chanced a massive Idiot wave, as did a few other folks, at the chopper, and the Air Loadmaster (i imagine) who was leaning out of the aircraft on some form of harness, waved back. This made a lot of people smile. At the time we were worlds apart, but still we waved at each other, and it made my day.
Also walking close to my home after watching the battle of Britain day show on TV, I heard engines, and saw a loose formation of the black hurricane and about half a dozen spits, the HFL ones (TD24eight and the mk XVIII) a D-day striped example and what I presume was MH434 among them, presumably on their way home from the show. They were low and the quantity of aircraft reminded me of a scene i never got to see, that of aircraft in the area flying out of RAF Hornchurch, which is very local to me, during the war years.
Not as cool as some of the stories on here, but those are mine.
Jay
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