Scorchio

The berry brown chap in the corner with the hair starting to bleach?

That'll be me, then. The airshow season starteth. And for once, I'm partaking. Popped down south, for reasons that temporarilly escape me. That's the problem with playing Blogger catchup. Record the timestamp at the time, then try to remember what the bloody hell you wanted to say, later in the week. Ah yes, popped in to see a band. Hamsters. Rather good, they are. Been following them for years. Beer, bands and mates. A jolly night, that'll be then. Managed to do the family thing too. And then, as it was Duxford's first of the season, I thought I'd mooch that way too.

Used to go to this place three times a year, when my time was my own and I saw as much of daylight hours as the average citizen. These days, I don't get the time. So what's new? I don't get the time to do anything, really. There's always five more things backed up. This day, I had the geography, the need to be passing through this airspace on my way somewhere else, some new photographic toys that have never been worked out on the Duxford environment and why the hell not? So the DSLR once again proved itself to be a dust hoover.... I'm going to be working on those pictures for weeks. The weather was near enough perfect; although they were using the wrong runway for pictures and the place has a tendency to "Mildenhall sunshine" (if you never went to the Air Fete, you'll never know). But I got toasty, not soaked, managed to not spend all my money on nonsense, rattled off a thousand pictures (oh, digital!), didn't care a jot about the bloody Blue Peter presenters that the commentators would NOT shut the f*ck up about (yes, we knew who they were, you told us five minutes ago, and five minutes before that, and five minutes before THAT, and a week later, I notice the blonde one has now quit, was it something I said) and I think that if I'm a little bit committed (hands up all those who think I SHOULD be......) it might actually be worth making something of the airshow season this year; and here's where I fill the thing up with pictures to save me writing anything more. If a picture's worth a thousand words, here's half my first novel.

No Vulcan - probably more of that subject later on - and the B-17's new outboard engine went pop on it's first test flight the week previously, so that's some disappointed people. And being the first serious show of the season, a lot of things aren't up and running yet. No Red Arrows. No sign of quite a few of the warbirds, yet. But that just means Duxford have to think about what they are putting up a bit harder, and they brought out a damned good selection. Of course, the Typhoon was there, carving out great lumps of sky. As was the Wokka. Just point your camera, hold the button down and watch the decent shots pour out. Unless you were sat where I was! So hurrah to the Duxford planners. Worked for me. As did the hometime pint :o)