What an amazing few days.
There is something majestic and powerful about the Avro Lancaster bomber. A beautiful aircraft. So, why is it so special to me, someone who was born after WW2? Well, my uncle was a navigator on the Lancasters during the war and survived many missions. My regret is that I never talked to him about his experiences, I never got to know the man behind the lovable and much loved uncle. Therefore, now that the Canadian Lancaster is in the UK to join the Lancaster from the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight, I’m like a child at Christmas. To see these two magnificent planes flying together for maybe the last time …
When they were joined by the Vulcan bomber this week, well, I just had to see them, didn’t I? And see them I did. I’m dead chuffed with myself too. Working out from information on the internet the possible flight path from RAF Waddington to RAF Marham, I pinpointed a spot where I might just be lucky. So, Thursday afternoon, I drove to Frampton Marsh, I walked out onto the sea-bank, I waited for nearly 40 minutes and I was rewarded. Those three magnificent machines flew right over me. Spine-tingling, an historic moment that will probably never, ever happen again. And I was there. What is even more incredible is that no one else seemed to have the same idea that I had, after all there were 4 mile tail-backs around Waddington. But where I was, no one. I had the sea-bank to myself, I was an audience of one and I will never, ever forget that afternoon.
So today, keeping the Lancaster theme, a visit to Lincolnshire Aviation Heritage Centre to see another working Lancaster. Unfortunately, this one is not airworthy, but she is still superb. She taxys up and down and the sound of the 4 Merlin engines – breath-taking. As you can see from the photos, she is one special lady.
Have finally finished the first draft of the next Mike Malone – provisional title, ‘See How She Runs’. Hopefully, after editing, it should be available on Kindle mid September – or earlier if I can manage it.
It doesn’t actually seem right to be so happy at finishing a book when everyone is reflecting upon the tragic news of the death of Robin Williams. I grew up with ‘Mork and Mindy’ and my son grew up watching ‘Flubber’, ‘Aladdin’ and ‘Jumanji’ to name a few before moving onto the brilliant ‘Good Will Hunting’. He was a man who brought joy and laughter to many, so sad that there wasn’t enough joy in his own life. Rest in Peace.
Wow, what a blustery weekend. Luckily, we were not too badly affected here. I don’t know about you, but I can put up with strong winds in the daylight, I just don’t like listening to them rattling around the house at night when I can’t see what is happening. In fact, there’s nothing better than sitting in the garden on a bright sunny day like today and listening to the wind in the trees. Just not at night please, my imagination always runs riot and I can’t sleep.
I have just returned from my first ever visit to Liverpool and I thorougly enjoyed it. One of the highlights was a ‘Beatles Tour’. Now I grew up in the 60s (that’s given my age away) and I had posters of the Beatles all over my bedroom wall. Therefore it was fascinating to be taken around Liverpool to see the areas where the four lads grew up and the schools they went to. So sad that Ringo’s house is boarded up, one invisible house among streets of boarded up terraces and is in a part of Liverpool that the powers that be are arguing over – demolish or renovate. Whether you liked the music or not, these four put Liverpool on the map and so it is a shame that part of their past is possiblly being consigned to the wrecker’s ball. I also wasn’t aware how much each of the four have put back, and are putting back, into the community of Liverpool either. They are to be applauded. A super tour.
“I’d like to see the dentist, please.”
“Can you come at two thirty?”
Dreadful joke. I apologise. But after my trip to the dentist today, I needed cheering up. I have a cracked crown and have to have it replaced. I hate dentists, I’m scared of dentists. So the last thing I wanted to hear today was that I need to make two more appointments to have my old crown removed and a new one fitted. I HATE PAIN! As my appointment isn’t until November, at least I’ll have chance to build up my courage – and my bank balance.
Still, on a brighter note, the proof of ‘Happy Death’ arrived today. I’m now trying to get my ebooks into paperback. ‘Woolly Murders’ is already available as a paperback, and now, within a couple of days or so, the second Mike Malone will be joining it on the Amazon site.
More work for me, I’ll have to set about getting ‘The Hanged Cow’ ready for paperback now. It would be nice to get that on the shelves before Christmas. But first, I need to finish the present Mike Malone. Nearly 25000 words so far. Wish me luck.
When my mother died ten years ago, I moved several boxes from her loft to mine, and they have stayed there, untouched until recently. One interesting item that I came across – well, three interesting items – was a collection of books that belonged to my grandmother containing various tips, hints and recipes for a housewife/mother in the early 1900s. My grandmother married my grandfather during WW1. I spent a fascinating morning reading through these books and considering what life was like for a housewife then. Did anyone give you instructions on ‘The Art of Washing Up’? And what about the tip for tieing a piece of ribbon to a saucepan handle so that you don’t forget it is on the stove. These, along with hints for cleaning a tiger-skin rug, starching a collar and recipes for ‘Mock Duck’ and ‘Red and Yellow Eggs’ meant that I had a very pleasant morning – a morning when I was very grateful for my dishwasher and my Dyson.