Heading north and back into the fray, I see a single aircraft above me, coming in the opposite direction - south towards the French coast. So he'll be a damaged or lonely Hun going home, there's little doubt. As I pull up towards him, I can see he's a Heinkel. You'll do, I say to myself, grimly.



The bomber sails past above me as I come up and around after him. He's not showing obvious signs of damage, and I'm aware that I've already fired off a good few rounds from my 300 per gun. So I'll have to make this quick and clinical.



I close in behind the Hun and he starts jinking. In a rather sprightly fashion, for a big bomber. On the 'plus' side, this doesn't much help his air gunners, whose defensive fire goes well wide.



My first pass doesn't seem to do an awful lot of damage.



But the next attack produces much better results.



The crew hits the silk and the abandoned Heinkel slides downwards and seawards, slightly right wing low and clearly doomed.



However, I took some hits myself on the final pass and I'm now trailing what could be Glycol from a radiator or coolant system piping. Clearly, it's time to go home!



But home is quite a long way off, barely visible in the summer haze.



...to be continued!