If I could guarantee thier arrival, and I could remember the small peak we where on top of at the time, I'd march us all up there again so we could watch two Raf Tornados fly down the valley of the A66, just as it turns (to thier) right towards besenthwaite lake.
They came down there, 2 in formation, feet apart, and I swear they where zero'd on the top of the peak we poped up on and started waving at them, then quickly stopped waving and put hands up, as if to surrender, as we realised they where dead level, straight and true, head on, at almost exactly the same altitude as we where, as if practicing on a target. I swear the planes took a slight shudder as they saw us put hands up.
We could see the fluorescent yellow in the heads up display, and the pilots helmet behind. At one point I waved them off left, jokingly, as it appeared that they wouldn't make the turn if they left it any longer.
But they did turn, as they would, hard. White lines of the wing tips as they revealed their under belly. Couldn't have been more than 300 yards away. And away, off up the valley to our left and waggled their wings as they left.
Absolutely awesome. Totally utterly awesome.
Sadly we could be up there for weeks and not see them. One of my greatest experiences that I wish I could share. If only I had a camera, although there was no time to use it.