Strafe Attack at Wolfhole Crag!
This peaceful panorama from Wolfhole Crag of the distant peaks of Ingleborough (right) and Whernside (far left) was broken by the sudden appearance of a pair of World War Two type, single-prop fighter planes. I dived for cover amongst the large millstone grit boulders, the rock shrapnel being exploded at deadly velocity by the thud of .303 rounds hitting the ancient stone like hot meteorites. I caught some of these bullets in my teeth and densely-packed rucksack! As these terrors of the sky flew north towards the Yorkshire Dales - maybe to strafe Ribble Head Viaduct beyond yon mountains - I shook a defiant valiant fist towards them, spluttering and slavering unrepeatable curses. I was once stood under the above mentioned viaduct when these same scoundrels of the sky strafed the magnificent rail bridge, but there was no train in sight, so I presume it's personal; I am their target! So I could be dangerous company to be with, out in the wilderness! Yes there are two fighter planes here on the photo I managed to take between my curses; one is obvious (above wooden stake post on stone wall), the other a devilish black dot in line of approach towards Whernside peak on the left of the picture. With a dry mouth of fear yet Dunkirk-ish spirit I sat on a boulder and poured a most welcome brew. Then a deep sadness came over me. I remembered earlier in the dastardly fighter attack I had caught bullets in my teeth; reaching into my lead-peppered rucksack, my false teeth placed carefully in the pocket that morning were shattered into a hundred pieces. How was I ever going to eat my tripe 'n' onion sandwiches?