The Miracle Of Flight

 We live about a mile from the epicentre of the Air Show. From an upstairs window I watched the tiny little planes doing their aerobatics above the chimney pots- first a Spitfire, then a jet I couldn't identify. Once or twice I thought I'd seen one of them come into view only to realise after a couple of seconds that I was looking at a gull. 

The jet made a fearful racket and left behind a reek of aviation fuel. I don't have the affection for jets that I feel for planes with propellors.