CHAPTER 17
Those amongst Olney’s residents who were out in the open air couldn’t help but see and hear the helicopters as they descended upon the village like a swarm of angry dragonflies, the thwack, thwack of their rotors growing louder as the choppers descended ever nearer to the ground. The noise was such that the headmaster of the little village school stared out of his office window and such was the rarity of such an occurrence that he quickly allowed the school’s population to escape their lessons briefly so that they could go out and watch the surprise event of the day.
The four Bristol Type 171 ‘Sycamore’ helicopters swung in a wide arc around the centre of the village before coming into land on the village green, the only place suitable for all four to touch down in the same lo
