R4
I well recall standing in Wanborough churchyard with a company of ex colleagues. (If the devil had cast his net at that moment he would have caught a rich haul). We had just sung Puff the Magic Dragon for Gary Nic when the fly past appeared from behind the church heading north to south. Albert followed the nap of the earth deep into the valley in front of us, causing consternation on the M4, before making a most righteous steep climb up to the base of Golf 1. It was very dusty I recall just then. The champagne and fireworks rounded the day off very well.