The Germans are Coming

There's a small (teeny tiny) airport near us and as well as the gliders and little private planes there's an airship housed there.
During the summer it flies over us regularly (Logan has got used to it now and treats it with disdain, he used to bark at it, and he never barks) on its way to show its passengers the Ruhr and greater Essen.
We sent Mr K up in it last year and then raced home as quickly as possible to try to take this kind of shot. Damn Zeppelin was faster than my Mini Cooper!