
Ahh... memories, sweet memories.
When I was a young lad in me prime the company I worked for at the time had 3 main office units - in London, Norwich and Hull. To get folks around who had meetings, they ran a Navajo on a triangular service, mornings from Norwich to Northolt and then on to Hull (Leconfield!) and back in the evening.
One evening I was waiting on the tarmac at Leconfield for the Navajo when there was the most incredible roar that you have ever heard. A Lightning appeared from nowhere manoeuvered a bit over the field and then just shot totally vertically (literally) upwards and disappeared into the cloud until eventually it was inaudible.
I have never seen anything like it since.
Then our Navajo arrived and took us home.
Lightnings and Leconfield are now both long gone...