They Went That Way . . .

Or:  After the Flypast
 
Saturday was engulfed with helping with the Rippingale Feast.  Thanks to a ‘Comedy of Errors’  the feast got moved from Sunday to the Saturday, then when we found there was a wedding booked at the wrong time it was moved back two hours from midday to 2pm, so the wedding had the benefit of the flypast (hurricane and spitfire, the lancaster was poorly) and ‘Dave the Clown’ who had not received the email telling him of the change of time, and the ‘Bourne Borderers’ Morris Team who came early anyway.
 
Scrappy photos only, but I did like this one of a few of the more keen peering into the distance as the flypast disappeared over the horizon – ok chimney pots.
 
 
I’m well behind with commenting again – will catch up with you all shortly.  Thanks for all your comments to date.  Now to do tomorrow’s blip, and that isn’t up to much either.