Monday, 4 September 2023

Bournemouth air show

The Bournemouth air show is an annual event spread over four days. It started last Thursday and the weather was such that you wouldn't put a dog out never mind sit on a camping chair for several hours gazing at the sky! What a disappointment for our grandson who had mackintosh, wellintons and child's binoculars at the ready! We went on Friday when the weather was much improved, positioning ourselves on the cliff top where we were rewarded with a severe test to the eardrums as a Typhoon jet roared by.
When we returned home we were delighted to hear, and then see, the Red Arrows fly over the house, shortly followed by the evocative sound and sight of a Lancaster bomber. That really made our day. Saturday we ignored, knowing that the combination of glorious sunshine and the weekend would have the place jam-packed. But come Sunday, the final day of the show and another beautiful day we went early to the beach while we could get a parking spot, put up our chairs, spread out a rug and towel and went for a swim, then sat back in position ready for the fun. The beach was packed, the weather perfect, the atmosphere joyful. Beach hut owners were sipping champagne. It was lovely!

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  1. The weather gods saved the day! Sipping champagne at a beach hut, watching the world (and some planes) go by... that sounds like a lovely way to spend a late summer Sunday. (I know you weren't among the beach hut owners and champagne sippers, but still had a good time on the beach.)

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    1. The weather gods are certainly being very kind now that summer is officially over! I've been to the beach for a swim this afternoon and it is so good to come out of the water without feeling cold.

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  2. The skies were full of Lancasters when I was little because we lived on the flight path to RAF Finningley. It's impressive to see the one or two still flying. The power of all these aircraft is astonishing.

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    1. Peter's uncle flew as a tail gunner in Lancasters throughout the Second World War. He never spoke much about it but had a photo on his wall of all the crew standing under the wing of the plane. he came to live with his elder sister, Peter's mum after the war until he married , so was more like an elder brother than an uncle.

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