The angel of the south

I took Mrs TT to the airport and while I was waiting for the plane to take of I wandered around the perimeter.  I rather liked the sculptural form of these wings from two planes in the plane graveyard that did not look like they would ever fly again.  I shall now rummage in the fridge for some tea.  It looks like it will be black pudding omelette, a bit of pasta and comté cheese and green beans.  Well that's what needs eating up!