Low flying, you want?
Riding motorcycle out of Ipswich to the south, late eighties. Mid-Autumn or early Spring day, can't remember, about 1630, still daylight but getting dim. Wx - VRB05KT 1000 OVC004 08/07, one of those damp, dewy days with lots of mist. Coming up the hill to the junction with the A14 I thought I would enter cloud.
Halfway up the hill, thunderous noise from the left. Tornado suddenly appears in plan view banking hard right, passes over roundabout in front of me, wings swept, right wingtip about sixty feet from ground, vanishes back into cloud.
Don't know how he missed the pylons that in those days reached right across the Orwell river. Don't know what he was even doing at that height when he could've just pulled up.
But it was the best low-flying show I've ever had. More please!