There we were, quietly walking our dogs across the Golf Course this morning, when we beheld a wondrous sound. The deep, distinctive grumble of a Rolls Royce merlin engine in the distance! It couldnt be.....we havent seen one in ages!!
The sound got louder and seemed to be coming from behind the trees in the distance, AND THEN WE SAW IT..........A BLOODY SPITFIRE !! MARVELLOUS !
It emerged over the top of the trees, about half a mile away, and turned to make a parallel line with the fairway....OUR FAIRWAY.
Four grown men suddenly became boys again and started waving as it approached. Then we all stood in silent awe as it roared straight over us.
About five seconds after his "fly past" he suddenly wiggled his wings in what we would like to think was an acknowledgement of our waves, and throttled into a steep climb. It was all over in about twenty seconds, but it made my day.
It must have been exciting (and bloody terrifying) for those young men to have raced around in those things during the war. Many spitfire pilots still count those days as the best of their lives. It must be a "man thing", 'cos I would've loved to have had a go.
We used to see at least four or five Spits a week round here, as the Rolls Royce engineering centre (it was an aerodrome really) is/was only about a mile away, and the pilots used to bring them in for servicing. Alas, the Rolls bit has closed now, and the whole Aerodrome has now been taken over by the film industry (that's where they do most of the Harry Potter filming, and a lot of James Bond stuff.....Private Ryan had a lot of scenes there....lots of bangs and thumps going on all of the time...marvellous).
So come on lads....put "land of hope and glory" on full blast, don your goggles and run round the house with your arms outstretched screaming "VAAAAAARRRRRRROOOOOOOOOM", as you take the old cabbage crate over the briney, have a scrap with a couple of fockers and get back in time for lunch.
It may not please the wife or neighbours, but it's very good aerobic exercise.