Wednesday, 11 July 2018
Yesterday was the hundredth anniversary of the founding of the R.A.F. so we drove out to a disused airfield a mile or so from home to see the fly-past of aircraft towards London. It gave us (and around forty or fifty other people who'd had the same idea) a good view of the fly past.. We talked to an elderly lady (even by our standards - she told us she was 92) who wanted to know if any of us knew about her favourite aircraft she'd ever flown in -the Walrus? Well of course I knew of the crate - it was a 'pusher' amphibious aircraft of (I think) the thirties. She also told us (she'd arrived by car - she'd driven herself) that her family didn't really approve of her still driving, but she'd consulted her doctor, who'd examined her, and then given his opinion that she was as safe a driver as she ever had been. I carefully did NOT give my opinion that this remark could be taken two ways. I think her family had shown great restraint by not pointing this one out - they must have spotted it, I'd think.
In the top picture I'm sitting on an old shooting stick I keep in the car, supported by walking sticks - nice and easy to get up from. In the second picture Ruth is holding the shooting stick. A pleasant morning's outing.