I remember Earls Colne about seven years ago on a perfect summer’s evening. Had just finished flying when a Spitfire and Yak 11 (both belonging to Eddie Coventry, I think) put on an impromptu ten-minute tail-chasing display. At one stage they passed so low they could have cut the grass on the field. The combined sound of the Merlin and Shvetsov ripping through that calm summer’s evening is something I’ll never forget.