Free for all near Luton
One sunny afternoon in 1968 I was foolishly attempting to further my desire to learn to fly. While practicing stalls to the north-east of Luton my instructor and I had a hell of a fright when we were suddenly confronted head-on by a flight of Spitfires.
It was almost a bigger fright than that which we had experienced when we slid off the top of some low cloud near Luton only to spy a Monarch Britannia about 100 feet immediately below us. Uncomfortably Happy Days!