Pottering back to Brawdy in the late summer of '76 at a stately 420KIAS on yet another hot, if rather hazy day, on the lookout for Roch castle which marks the IP for the RW in use...
"Ah, there it is..."C/S, right initials!"
"Merlin 1 and 2 approaching right initials also, can't see you..."
Hmmm... Never mind, there's the aerodrome... Drop down to a bit less than 500ft to make it look good for the tourists.
But where's the biscuit factory (NAVFAC)? And what the heck is that town, I think to myself.
Ah bugger, that wasn't Roch castle, but some Viet Taff god shop or other - that town must be Haverfordwest so.... that's NOT Brawdy, it's Withybush!
"Errm. C/S, repositioning behind Merlin!"
"Thanks, fella!" (for 'twas Tim Webb at the helm of Merlin lead)
Throttle gently back to idle, PULL...and just avoid the Withybush ATZ as I go overhead on the blue note...
They never complained, nor did I admit my cock-up! Until now....