A beautiful sunny day today, so the children, the dog and I went for a long walk on the downs.
We sat to admire the view and I was remembering dad when out of the blue (quite literally) a Harvard flew overhead, circled us once and went on its way.
Dad learned to fly in Harvards (amongst others) during world war two.
Just one of those moments
What a wonderful experience—something to be treasured :-)
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