Our summer this year has really been focussed on home, exploring the best that the area has to offer under almost perpetually sunny skies. It should come as no great surprise, then, that our final outing of August took us to Daddyhole Plain in Torquay, to watch the RAF's fantastic Red Arrows.
Now, a red arrow pilot was just about the first thing I wanted to be when I was small, and I remember having a collection of pictures, stickers and books all about the aerobatic team. Many times in my childhood I had been taken down to Torbay (and occasionally Dawlish) to watch this thrilling spectacle, which never got boring or dulled in my mind. Even this week, seeing the performance for the first time in four or five years, I could feel those childhood pangs of excitement bubbling inside me. For Lizzie, meanwhile, this was her first real Red Arrow experience, and one that I'm pretty sure she was impressed by, as the jets looped over the bay, flying upside-down, both over our heads and beneath us as we stood on the edge of our promontory and strained for a sight of the aeroplanes, flitting in and out of view from every direction. What a show, well up to the usual standard and every bit as good as I always remembered.
A real showpiece event! I love watching The Red Arrows.
ReplyDeleteAnd Keats' poem personifies Autumn so very well.
Did you know that his inspiration for the poem,came from his walk through the meadows at Winchester? Apparently! I can quite understand that,if it's true.
But I think summer is going to cling on for a little while yet...let's just say that it's not giving up without a fight! :-)