When we were in England for a while a few years ago, we lived on a farm just south of Dartmoor, built on high ground where we could look out over the valleys onto the moor. We were apparently right underneath a regular training route. Just about everything went over, twin (rear) engine jets with munitions pods, Chinooks, Merlins, Hawks, Typhoons and especially low, the C130s (and maybe an A400, I think), which came over us at treetop height before going down and across the field into the valley. We looked down onto them until they dipped right below the horizon. After half a minute or so, they'd climb out, following the contours up on to the high moor. According to the ordnance survey there is a bombing range on the north side of the moor right in line with where we were. There were more, particularly prop driven stuff that I didn't recognise.
The most "fun" was when a dark grey helicopter, couldn't tell what it was, we were otherwise occupied. Literally. That hovered directly over the roof with black clad people hanging out of the doors with heavy artillery, while other black clad individuals with automatic weapons surrounded us. Apparently, someone had broken into a farm a couple of miles away and among the stolen items was a shotgun. Just a shotgun. They were very polite and after they'd ascertained that we were ordinary people who had just climbed out of bed and wearing very little, they apologised and buggered off. The wife was quite smitten by the "very handsome and cute young men", while my attention was more focused on whether the safety's on the automatics were on or off…..