This week was a time to wander the streets, just a little, and to get close and picturesque. In the streets I found a lady peering from her sitting room, a photo taken surreptitiously, but it shouldn’t offend her. I found attractiveness in dandelions, a weed against which I wage an annual war (but it’s too hot now and the ground too hard to do anything other than pull off the flowers to reduce the seeds.
Finally, there is part of a page from my logbook in 1978, showing sorties in various Hunter fighters –nostalgia is all that’s about.
