"So down we went and soon we were enveloped in heavy dark cloud. "Straight ahead at a distance of two miles", the radar operator was telling the pilot over the intercom. Down through the blackness we continued to go. 2000 feet, 1500 feet, 1000 feet. "Straight ahead, one mile", the radar operator intoned. Down we continued through the dark cloud. 500 feet, 400 feet, 300 feet. The cloud was suddenly less dark. A small opening appeared, not below, but straight ahead and above.
Suddenly the flight engineer yelled, "Pull up, pull up" as both pilots applied full power to the four throttles and turned sharply to the port, pulling the sticks back as far as they could as the aircraft shot skyward in a steep turning climb. The landing strip the radar operator was guiding us onto was the range of hills about a half mile off to the side of the runway. We all held our breadth untl we reached an altitude higher than the known altitude of the range of hills. We would live to see another day after all!"
Just as a matter of interest, the above is quoted from my brother's 'diary'. An attempted landing at Resolute Bay with a 4-engine military aircraft. A long time ago. No ILS or GCA back then.
Sounds like the same scenario.