Typhoon.

Decisions, decisions. I was in the garden this afternoon trying to take some snaps of my E flat tenor horn. I did manage, but then heard this beautiful thing flying overhead. I live about 8 miles from British Aerospaces, Wharton Aerodrome. The aircraft occasionally line up very close to chez nous, en route for home. Is that Franglais? I am usually up to my oxters in something else, but not today. If my new job works out, and after about God knows how much saving up, I shall invest in some better glass. (telephoto lens) I have also taken a snap of Zeb, who I have added to the grandchildrens' baby walker assortment.