It
was just after noon, and - in typically British style - we had a picnic. As I sat munching my sarnies, crowds started
to gather.
People
alighted from their vehicles with cameras the size of small children and a
sense of excitement built.
Another
car pulled up with a blue badge in the window.
The occupants of the car in front of ours were summoned, as the driver
needed assistance with his wheelchair.
The
group of people - who it turns out had never met this man before - not only
assembled his wheelchair and helped him into it, they found a blanket for him
as there was a cold wind blowing, and put him in a hi-viz jacket for safety
purposes as we were near a main road.
The traffic was then stopped while they wheeled him across the road and
helped him into the field where the crowd was assembling. A heart-warming example of the kindness of
strangers.
You're
perhaps wondering what was going on, was it twitchers trying to spot a rare
bird?
No,
it was plane enthusiasts (and their families) hoping to glimpse a rare bird of
the aeronautical variety.
It
was the Vulcan's farewell tour, although I'm aware - a bit like Status Quo -
she's had more than one, I've been told that this time it really is it.
She
flew low over our house once, and rattled our windows. Husband missed it because he was in the
shower, and I couldn't correctly identify in time the source of the noise. He sometimes reminds me of this.
Hoping
to erase memories of missed opportunities, there we stood in the field, eyes
focussed on the skies. She appeared at
about 1.10pm, glided past our heads, gave us a 'wing waggle' and continued on
her way.
Yes,
she's something special. Is this really
the end, or will she come back and see us again sometime? Thanks for the memories XH558.
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