Number One flew into London, and straight out again to Nuremberg, en route to Hof.
Were one to invent an all-purpose place name in Germany, Hof it would have to be. Even town of any significance, and a lot of others, have at least one.
Malcolm, though, know a couple 0f things about Hof.
First, it is so adjacent to the Czech border that it was a place for spooks and others to be in the Cold War. The theory was the Red Army tanks could, at any moment, come down Ascherstrasse with only the bold-men-and-true of the US Army to stop ‘em. Hence the proliferation of aerials and guys with sophisticated comms on the hill-tops. Doubtless, the other side of that Iron Curtain, there was the mirror image.
That’s the boring bit.
The other is quite endearing.
Hof is Strelsau, capital city of Anthony Hope’s Ruritania.