Noise.
I grew up along the A12 corridor, we’d get all sorts flying over our school daily – Phantoms, Buccaneers, F111s, Jaguars and occasionally Harriers too. I even saw a formation of Tornados and what I swear to be F111s, tailed by four Lightning F2a/F6s (distinctive wing shape you see). Unbeknownst to me, that would be the first and only time I ever saw Lightnings flying. BTW, having stood near a Bruntingthorpe Lightning on a taxy run, they are loud. Properly loud, I guess it’s because there’s no boundary air from a turbofan to dampen the noise (Lightnings were turbojets).
So, this one sunny early summer afternoon I’m pedaling home on my crappy Stratton BMX, summoned by the promise of dinner. Chips probably. I’m making my way through an alley linking Lexden Road to my estate when I heard the roar of a fast jet. It was loud, so it was either going very low or very fast.
“Whhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmm!”
I glanced up to see a black silhouette of a Tornado, wings fully swept. He was going both low and fast, I jumped off my bike as I had to cover my ears. It’s fair to say that it made quite an impact, I can’t believe that they were going that fast over a housing estate, it’d never be allowed today.