In early September 1989, on a hillwalking holiday in the Lake District, driving south down the A591 when we came over the top of the final descent towards Grasmere, to find a Buccaneer, on one wingtip, coming up the road towards us. Quite a moment...
Almost as good as, some years later, crossing the col between Fleetwith Pike and Haystacks just as a Tornado climbed up out of Warnscale Bottom having, presumably, come down Crummock Water and Buttermere. My companion reckoned you could read the maker's name on the navigator's sunglasses. I think that was an exaggeration, but probably not much of one: I don't know, having ducked...
