As a sprog, the DC 6s in full song climbing out of Adelaide to clear the hills near home, early morning light on the flashing blades, to me was a knock out.
At Exeter in ‘63 was equaled or bettered by two target towing Mosquitoes back from sorties with Vampires, tucked in tight as, came boring low down the runway. How would you describe the 4 Merlins music...orchestral?
As one they split and broke as two , sweeping up as part for the pitch and break.
Superb, sublime , and I got dust in my eyes. That, I have never forgotten.