The Miracle Of Flight
Aug. 16th, 2025 07:34 am 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.
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.
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Date: 2025-08-16 09:39 am (UTC)