Well, that was a busy weekend, far too busy for me to find time time to write my blog! Apologies to those of you who were disappointed, assuming that some of you missed it, (which you probably wouldn’t have noticed, had you actually been in Dawlish because you would have been so caught up yourself in everything going on – if that makes sense!). As you can tell, there was a good reason for my absence – at first I was too busy and then I was too tired. You see, Saturday was the much anticipated, and highly advertised, Dawlish Air Show day – the day that everyone for miles around descends on Dawlish; it is the one day of the year when we dare not move our car from its space outside our house, when the seawall and the cliff paths are filled with people hoping for a good view of the display, and when we invite all (or as many as can fit) of our family and friends to join us on our terrace for a “Royal Box” vantage point. We had eighteen adults on the balcony and seven children in the garden!

I must admit, that after twenty years of seeing air shows, I’m not quite as excited about the whole event as I used to be, marvellous as it is… which is just as well because I hardly saw any of it.  Each time I went down to see how the children were faring in the garden I told them how lucky they were to have comfy chairs, drinks and food – unlike the people they could see below us lined up on the seawall for hours with no home comforts. Two of the seven children were stalwarts and stayed downstairs throughout, in spite of the temptation to do the opposite to what they were told to do – bravo! Towards the end of the display I took some shots of (not AT) the “Hurricane” aircraft  (so noisy it brought me out of the kitchen) – thought you might be impressed to see photos of the huge plane that looked too heavy to fly, but as is so often the case, the results are singularly unimpressive owing to the lack of dynamism, scale and sound. Sadly, as you can see from the photos, it looks no bigger than a model plane…