It lodged about 50ft up the tall tree just forward of the leading edge in the shot below, right, directly above a small pumping house in a fenced-off area. Stiil, at least it wasn't over the road or on the island in the river... and I could park right by it.
It took much head-scatching and hard work building a catapult and a bow plus arrows to get a line up to it, plus a lot of fence climbing between midday and the fall of darkness (early, November) to not achieve much. So it stayed up the tree until next day. It was wet and windy over night and a kindly builder, Steve, (also a modeller) working nearby found it dangling from the line just above the roof of the pumping house.
It was fairly undamaged, and in spite of the rain the radio did not get wet. The camera got a bit damp but was dried out on a radiator and still seems to work.
The moral of the story has got to be, don't concentrate on the photography to the exclusion of flying the plane, and watch your depth perception and height. I knew the trees were there and was very concious of the danger, but still screwed up, The shots below show the beast in its new home, a wider shot and the tree from the air. The pumping house is clearly visible.