Martyn’s car passed its MoT yet again yesterday, with a whisker over 1000 miles on the clock since its last one. While we waited, we ambled along to the nearby electrical factors to buy some fancy LED filament bulbs for the new movement sensor lamps at the front of the house. Colin the sparky was here on Tuesday to fix most of our list of jobs, including a broken light fitting in the cupboard under the stairs. The first new LED fitting was nice and bright, but only for about 45 seconds before going ’phut!’ and tripping the circuit breaker. The replacement seems a shade more durable. Invoice awaited...
The Egg’s MoT was done by around 14:30 so, that being the scheduled arrival time in these parts of the D-Day flight of DC-3s out of Duxford, we hied ourselves along to a suitable vantage point. Cutting a long and chilly story short, we finished up drinking tea at Bewl Water until close to 17:00, when the first of them came over. It proved to be the perfect viewpoint: just a shame the weather was so grey. Quite something to see so many 75-80 year old planes still airworthy, and they were accompanied by Mustangs, Harvards and Beech 18s of comparable vintage. As for the delay, one version has it that they had to wait for decent weather near Caen, where the DC-3s were to drop their parachutists. Another has it that various VIPs’ helicopters were holding things up. Knowing which VIPs were involved, the latter story seems the more plausible. Whatever, it was a remarkable experience, and I doubt if we’ll see the like again.
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