20 ft from the runway and then pulled her up to a 60 ° climb holding it as the speed dropped slowly off and the altimeter needle spun round the dial as if it were mad. At 7000 ft the speed was dropping below 180 mph and I rolled the Tempest lazily inverted, then allowed the nose to drop until the horizon, at first above my head, disappeared below (or rather above) the now inverted nose, the fields and woods steadied into the centre of the windscreen and then whirled around as I put the stick hard over and rolled around the vertical dive. Steadying again I pulled out over the tree tops at 500 mph,
When on Vampires at Oakington I had a girlfriend that lived on the outskirts of Wem. A similar flight profile but I failed to notice a series of long sheds with hoppers on the end.
Apparently USAF paid for about 2,000 chickens because she persuaded the farmer that I had Stars on the Wings.