Low level (was there any other level?) Beverley
My dad did his NS in the mob and told me of a rather hairy trip from somewhere in southern England to Boscombe. A rather active warm sector was over the route and even the ducks were walking. Still, they got the old girl into the air (just) and lurked over the hedges, through the long grass and around barns and sheep and into BD. It was agreed it would have been just as quick and probably safer had they just taxied all the way.
Pursued by a convoy of Post Office vans.
Who eventually removed hundreds of feet of telephone wire from the legs .....