I was Pearlie-sitting yesterday and didn't make the Portrush air show but whilst, Cinderella-like, I was hanging out a lineful of Pearlie's grannypants, I heard the sound of old-style propellers, looked up and saw this fellow fly right over my head. It was flying low so I got a right good look.
Then, this afternoon, while Bonnie and I were braving the drizzle on the riverside walk we heard and saw the Red Arrows flying home. That put a huge smile on my face. I do like seeing sky machines. And have liked it ever since those far-off days when I would skip school to hang around Aldergrove Airport. Such days!
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You should come round our way, go and see an airshow at Duxford. There was one today, too. Spitfires, Hurricanes, DC-10, Eurofighter, Catalinas, and more. Awesome. Plus, it is a nice day out wandering around the museum. Do come!
I will take you up on that if you can assure me that you were sober when you wrote it!
I wrote it after one too many kicks to the head, but the offer is totally kosher and open-ended. :)
Yay!
I thought I heard plenty of noise in the sky today. Didn't get outside in time.
OMG, Nelly. I skipped to hang at a tiny airport near our town, too. I even dated a flyboy when I was 16ish (eons ago). He never got a private license but I got to fly with a couple of his friends on occasion - once in a Piper Cub and once in an old Fairchild PT 51. Love airplanes.
I envy you Anna - I'd love to go up in a little plane. I'd be scared but it would be wonderful.
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