I was pretty knackered when I got home, having logged 3 hours 25 minutes in seven sorties, five of which included aeros. The Typhoon chap enjoyed low level weather-ducking on the way back (the cloud can't have been much more than 500 feet above the hills ahead of us: we scarpered). Like Andy, I groped up past Didcot and Abingdon (also thought of ducking in there, or Kidlington) and then followed the M40 to Stokenchurch, by which point it was clearing nicely. Turned into a beautiful evening at Waltham, where we were entertained over beers by one of the Lotto Airships doing runway beat ups (yes, in an Airship) and steep climbs and descents.
I've signed up for next year's event already.