Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Northern Ireland
Ferrari Life Posts: 594
The Red Arrows flew over our house yesterday
Nothing odd in that I see your thinking. Ah but this is "Norn Iron", we're more used to choppers, stones, bullets and in more recent times Easyjets all over the place. They obviously on their way to or from an airshow thats on 70 miles form my house.
Which reminded me of something that happened just after we moved into our present house.
"Look, they're testing R/T's at work here and I'm bored listening to biddly beeps all morning".
Anyway, your all going to think "poor Stu has eventually lost the plot" but honestly this happened in May 8 years ago.
First let me set the scene out.
We had just moved into our new house which is in a row of bungalows or cottages as some of the owners like to call them on a nice quiet little country road.
I was happily mowing the lawn the Saturday afternoon after we moved in minding my own business. I have a petrol mower which is a bit noisy and was listening to Mike Oldfield on the MP3 so I could hear very little around me.
Suddenly I felt this really warm rush of air, and when I say warm I mean very warm. And I could see the grass moving about a lot, (it hadn't been cut in ages).
I actually started to crouch due to the heat and the force of the air.
I looked up, still holding onto my trusty mower, only to see an RAF Harrier Jump jet hovering above me, well slightly to the right of me by now. No more than about 40 feet above me. "I swear to you all, I'm not making this up to make you all like me,,,, more than you do already".
The pilot had cleary caught on that I was getting a bit hot and moved away slightly and now the nose of the plane was looking directly at me.
I held on tight to the mower and just starred at the thing. Then I realised the Co-pilot was holding something up with a word on it and pointing.
I walked sort of towards the planes side so I could get a better look, still clinging to my mower for some sign of reality.
I made out the name of one of my new neighbours wriiten on the piece of paper. I do have good eyesight, which wasn't great for about 30 minutes after my encounter.
I lamely pointed in the direction of the peoples house concerned which was just at the other side of the road on a bit of a hill.
The 2 pilots camly gave me the thumbs up and started, in hover mode, to move off in that direction.
It was only then I noticed people standing outside that house waving.
The plane hovered over to the house with the waving people and dropped enough that it was about 20 feet off the ground, which the local cows weren't happy about and all run away, and because of the house being on a bit of a hill it looked from were I was standing as if it was looking right in the peoples living room. It really was a sight to behold.
It hovered there for what seemed ages but was probably no more than a couple of minutes, then suddenly lifted and shot off.
It then proceded to do 3 circles round the area, (I was told later the whole village came to a halt at this sight), and then came back to hover mode at the peoples house.
The pilots did a wing wiggle then moved off, towards me. I had been genuinely rooted to the spot all this time, over 10 minutes now, still holding onto my trusty mower.
They dipped the nose of the plane twice at me, and I waved at them like someone who doesn't really believe what they are looking at is real but goes along with it anyway, then with a seriously loud woosh off it hurtled away!
No, I'm not nuts, and no I don't have photo's of proof, but it really did happen. My neighbour came over to me a short while later as she thought she better explain. It was her brother who was over for the airshow. He had phoned ahead to tell her to be standing outside the house so he would know were to stop and he would be there in 15 mins. He got there much quicker than he thought, so only had me as a guide when he found the area.
My Wife didn't believe me when she got home, and it was only a week later when she went to one of the neighbours houses to meet everyone that she realised I was still a little sane when the Lady from across the road asked had I recovered from the RAF plane coming to the house.
Right, that's put 10 minutes in but I better go test more R/T's.