Not quite a planned fly by, but, it does involve immaculate timing and parades.
Llangurig ( many of you will have flown over said village at a rapid rate of knots ) and the collective future of the RAF's engineering elite have been relocated from the Gulag in Bucks to be let loose for 10 days on an unsuspecting Welsh public. The camp, laid out in true military order on the banks of the R.Wye comes complete with flag and pole.
Enter, our hero. Clad in pristine greens ( this was 69 ) and with the very thin and equally pristine rank bar ( this may offer a clue ) barely visible, holding an impressive shepherd's crook stick marginally shorted than himself, who decides to address the suitably underwhelmed apprenti during the morning parade.
The morale boosting commences when, round the corner from the North appears an F-4..which sort of jinks a bit and then gets a bit faster, and, erm, appears to lose a bit of altitude....cue over the top of the parade and on goes the noise from the back...at which point our fearless future leader hits the ground in shock, as we could see the F-4 coming....and he couldn't.
The second pass involved the troops exchanging "hand signals" with the Nav before more noise and a disappearing F-4 made everybody's day....with one possible notable exception.
Last edited by Krystal n chips; 7th Apr 2018 at 07:53.