As you say, a really lovely stretch of water - and a cameraman with supreme optimism in finding wreckage.
Reminds me of a time in my "yoof" when my father and I had assembled a rubber-powered Lancaster-like plane and I was eager to show my Grandad - some 100 miles distant, a long journey with no dual carriageways.
When we stopped for a picnic, I insisted on a practice flight. A gust of wind caused a 90 degree roll with a wire-strand fence immediately ahead: the severed wings and fuselage were parted forever.
Such are the scars of a modellers life!
Bobdoc