Those Magnificent Women In their Flying Machines

After missing out on Lily time most of yesterday because of motorsport, I wanted to make up for it today. We had an early morning walk to the shop and then into the playground. The little kiddies one has loads for Lily to get her teeth into and her trousers soaked (autumn dew) including this old plane. She was happy to pilot the machine before bailing out down the slide at the back!

Racing Sevens

A real last minute trip out today. My brother managed to blag some free tickets to the Caterham Finals at Rockingham. The track isn't the greatest being a vast slightly soulless oval track with an infield. Viewing is limited to a couple of corners up close or the overview from the grandstands, but it was sunny and it was an unexpected motorsport hit.

Low flying

Working near Heathrow today, all you could hear was the sound of planes landing. On the drive home we diverted up the A30 and watched a few come in, skimming the rooftops and the road before touching down.

Working with dummies

I spent most of the day driving up to Leeds and back today. The remainder was spent in the company of this lot in an art studio aligning a link.

Up, up and away

On route back from a call to Bungay in Norfolk we stopped in at the local aviation museum. I had a look round in February when we were last up here so headed straight for the old VW powered Snowtrac out the back, following a chat with the volunteer on duty even got to clamber inside and look around. The museum also has a connection with Ken Wallis, he designed the gyrocopter that was used in the Bond film You Only Live Twice.

I Spy with my little eye

At bedtime we read some stories to Lily, she tends to pick some books out and we settling in. Tonight she nabbed a book she got for her birthday off the desk in the study. I Spy - Classic Cars. Whilst flicking through we spied the 1960s Amphicar which, by studying the photo and seeing a car and water, Lily named "boatcar"!

Bad timing

The local council have no idea about planning it would seem. The school holidays when the roads are clear and the weather not too bad, is the ideal time to carry out road repairs. So they chose the beginning of October and the rush hour on a wet monday to start tearing up the tarmac and redirecting traffic. The result was a an hour long journey home. 10 minutes to do the first few miles, 50 minutes to do the last mile!