The story goes that the farmer got hacked off with the low level flight training over his farm. After several letters to the MoD and no change, he decided to take action himeself. The result was counter productive for a few weeks, as aircraft detoured over the farm to see it!
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Some people have no scense of humour, I got buzzed by a harrier once causing a pretty spectacular rearing, bucking and bolting fit from the horse I was sat on at the time, better still, he then came back to make sure I was alright. Did I complain?, actualy yes I did but thats not the point. I you want to live in the peace and quiet of the country then low flying aircraft are an occupational hazard. Personnaly I love to see them.
i remember at Sennybridge training area we where skirting around just under the ridge line on one of the valleys & the flippin jets went howling past beneath us ! did'nt hear them coming until you heard the boom as they where leval with you, scared the shite out of us all that did, compo or not
Nothing like driving along in "Norn Iron" and being buzzed by a hedgerow hopper.....I think they do it for a laugh.Helicopter pilots don't you just love 'em Sadly with all the peace stuff this doesn't happen any more
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Tell me about it Simon i spent over three years being carted about in those bloody great hedge strimmers. mind you they ran on steam in my day, nasty smelly, noisy, uncomfortable and a nightmare to abseil out of from anything over 60 feet up.
May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the crotch of the person who screws up your day and may their arms be too short to scratch.
Nice picture. I know the Vaugn family living there. Their's a complete different story. After many infringements of low flying regulations and many complaints it was up to them by radar and other prove (not pictures as these can present a distorted view) to show how low the aircraft were flying over their premises.
Non of their prove was satisfactory to the RAF, understandably!
And the text was not just reason for more visitors from the air: it was supposedly challenged by the local authorities from the angle of building regulations.
But the best one was a television documentary where in the back ground of a RAF spokes person being interviewed, a number of photographs of their shed incidently were displayed on the wall.
They have learned to live with it.
And for Christmas somebody gave them the book by Cervantes: Don Quichotte. You can't beat the windmills.