Not every day

By ppatrick

Free as a bird

Weighed down somewhat by work, I went out to enjoy the winter sun instead. As I walked along the opposite bank of the Ribble this two-seater flew overhead, followed by a pair of microlites against a near-cloudless sky. 'My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird - The achieve of, The mastery of the thing'.

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