Thank you

I would like to thank the pilot of the Mk something-or-other Spitfire that flew over my village on Saturday.

My wife would not.

We were enjoying a cup of tea on the patio when I heard something interesting flying over. I looked up to see her (ie the Spit, not my wife) banking around the village and disappear behind the roof tops. I leaped up and rushed to the end of the path, bumping into the patio table as I did so.


I managed to get to a decent vantage point just to see her do a victory roll over the next village and then drone off over the Thames Estuary and towards Essex.

Yeah! Thanks!
I went back into the garden.

"That was a later mark", I explained, "that didn't have the Merlin engine, else I'd have heard it earlier. That one had the later Griffon engine - they're quieter, so that makes it later than a Mark XII or later."

"Sod that, now can you get me another cup of coffee please?"


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