It being a warm, sunny day, I was picking brambles (blackberries) in the hedge of a farm track behind the village church, when there was the sound of helicopters. I only got a glance so I can't give a precise ID, but they were yellow and black so they must have been trainers on a cross country from RAF Shawbury; they use the very prominent church spire as a waymarker.
Later, as I proceeded into the village centre to meet Madame R and have a coffee (she'd been having her hair done) ; a Hercules came over at a ridiculously low altitude. All I can say is that the back door was wide open, and the loadmaster and his mate both waved cheerfully as they went on their way.