Cooking breakfast at Kelling Heath campsite, Norfolk, about 20 F-15’s low and fast, going supersonic as they head out to sea, then start climbing to intercept an in bound squadron of equally supersonic B1’s, high speed vapour trails all over the sky, breakfast burnt.
Campsite near Cawton, cooking breakfast, Su-22 escorted by several Jaguars nearly removes tree tops, breakfast burnt.
This summer, spitfire and hurricane have a close look at the village, my missus nearly drives into pond and they just clear the roof of my neighbours house, barbecue burnt.
Village fete, a few years ago, standing on our scout death slide on the cricket pitch and seeing BBMF spitfire, hurricane and lancaster heading straight towards us from the Bardfield direction, only lower than us and just clearing the trees to be followed by a turn and break that left the entire population of the village applauding, no one knew it had been previously arranged.
Snow here is pretty cool this morning, my missus having trouble getting to the stables.
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