ORAC , bootiful shot sir , looks like Sheringham / Cromer beaches .
Wageslave , up in the Hebs and Northern Isles on dark stormy nights we'd have anything that flashed turned off as we groped for the Rwy on Non-Precision Approaches in rain , snow or sleet .
Alternately they could have been u/s .
'Tho perhaps I should have ''declared an interest'' , being a 'Naarfick Boi' , and a Marshalls Brat , commencing training with a Special Flying Award at Cambridge and over East Angular 45 years ago.
On that vein , perhaps those crews had heard about my sister ; and deffo did not want to be spotted .
Or being near the border with the nights drawing in ; those Lincolnshire Poachers are dab hands with rifles or shotguns and never mind the game .
Sadly here it's only Hercs and Wokkas sweeping our chimney in the dark [ they sometimes seem to have nav lights off , but cannot swear to it ]. 'Tho the Navy's Merlins and Wildcats are getting out a bit more now , and might keep us soot free in the future .
rgds condor ,