I remember being 50 miles off the coast of Iceland during the UK's contretemps with the Icelanders over cod fishing rights. I was tootling around at 400 feet in my Wasp in lousy weather listening on the radio to an RAF Nimrod which was coming to deliver our mail by dropping a canister into the sea near my frigate. Unfortunately, the 'Wops' was a lousy target so he didn't have me on his radar and he was flying at 200 feet. The next thing I saw was a huge outline which nearly gave me a heart attack as he passed directly underneath me from back to front (or aft to forrard as our Naval bretheren always insisted
). He never saw me, but when I called up was most apologetic, took some lovely photos of my little Wasp in front of the ship and dropped them off for us on his next mail run
