The day has been spent filling the TV screen with commemorations for D-Day and watching DC-3 'Dakota' aircraft lifting themselves into the skies to deliver parachutists into France. This is a plane I have always liked. Something simple yet attractive about it. These have been flying nearly 80 years!
So far the commemoration has been filled with the usual dignitaries, even Trump behaved, old men in their 90's remembering, often badly and some willing to party and misbehave if they could, and considering the thoughts of those who 75 years ago prepared to invade France.
Sadly the flight of Dakota's passed 15 miles away from here and all we saw was a glimpse of a fighter aircraft that roared past not long ago. Possibly the Hurricane but difficult to tell from this angle. Not that long ago all such aircraft came over our heads but they sadly changed the air route to benefit holiday makers returning from Espania to Stansted. Most annoying.
Tomorrow we will have more of such memories as the commemoration in France takes place.
I ventured no further than the town for the needful. Just as well as the cloud cover made taking pictures difficult and there is little to see here anyway. Unlike the other day when the sun shone and poppies bloomed.
