A cool start to the day again but the sun is shining and the sky is blue.
Just after 16:00 hrs yesterday, a distinctive rumbling was heard in the sky. We rushed to the window as it grew louder and closer. Then when we realised what it was, dashed outside and looked directly above us to the north.
There in all her beautiful glory was the Lancaster bomber flying very slow and low, maybe 200 feet or so. About 5 minutes later we heard another plane, and a short way to the West, a little higher and slightly further away was the Spitfire. No sign of the hurricane. Guess they were returning home after an air show somewhere.
Made my day and brought tears to my eyes. Of all the WWII planes, the Lancaster has the power to move me in ways I cannot fathom. The nearest modern plane to do the same is the Avro Vulcan. When she lifts off and you hear her distinctive low rumble followed by her famous howl, that too moves me.
Strange creatures us humans aren't we?