On Sunday I went out for a ride on one of my old Brits. It was one of those rides where everything just clicked. The weather was fabulous and we cantered through beautiful archetypal quintessentially English countryside. Lockdown / Covid stresses just melted away, by the time I got home I was quite elated.
I put the bike away and walked to the house, and that’s when I heard it approaching, unmistakable...
At first I thought it was a Spit, but a Hurricane flew into view, I don’t know what it was doing or why, but it circled above us, very low, in the bright blue skies for a good 5 minutes.
Even my girls came out to see (9 and 12) and I took the opportunity to tell them about the few young men, totally out numbered, who in those exact planes, took on and beat the Nazi war machine, protected our country and turned the tide of the entire war for the entire world. Even they ‘got it’. The sight and sound of the Hurricane just made all so much more real than when they’d learnt about it as ‘facts and figures’ at school.
All in all, an uplifting day !