There's a saying....

...that a shite day's spotting beats a good day at work hands down. Not sure about that. In fact, that claim may itself be shite.

A grubby afternoon at Coningsby, freezing fog around, it was just poor. Missed the first set of arrivals, and therein began a series of being in the wrong place at the wrong time for arrivals, aircraft departing when I was halfway around the airfield on my way to an avantageous spot, the advantageous spot turning into the horribly wrong spot, the camera throwing wobbles and finally when the one interesting visitor (Boscombe Down Alpha Jet, only the second time I've seen one) of the late afterenoon turned up, I'd made a spanner of the camera settings and it was an irrecoverable shot. Damn. Hey ho. So to recover the day, popped in to see a mate in the neighbourhood for a cuppa and chat, which turned into takeaway dinner (am I allowed those yet? who cares); and a stroll back via the pub and my current book. So, nothing much achieved. Got me away from here for half a day though.....