Fred Riley - Flying under the radar
Where we did a lot of the work from – a place called 'Lympne'.
Well it was lucky it was on a sort of a plateau – we'd take off with a fair load of petrol – we just got over the treetops at the end of the strip – it was only a very small strip – and but we were lucky that we could gain our airspeed going down onto what we used to call the 'Romney Marshes', and that pretty well sea level – and skip across the channel at a low scoop – the lower you were the less chance of the radar the other side picking you up.
So you could get over with any luck with too much firepower when you hit the coast of France – and, so if you had somebody a bit chicken in the squadron and got up 3 or 400 feet – well then you knew he got Hell the other side.
There's a lot of luck in the game.