Red Arrows

I was going to blip a beautifully fading rose, but the men in the house were insistent that I couldn't possibly ignore the Red Arrow display over the Firth of Forth this evening.

As the friend I was with said, an astonishing exhibition of brave and brilliant flying but in different circumstances a terrifying sight and sound.

It reminds me of the incident my mother told me about from the 40s, when she was a teenager living in Blackpool. There were large numbers of evacuees and refugees in the town, including children from Poland. What my mother remembers seeing is one of these children throwing themselves in terror to the ground when a small plane buzzed ast overhead.