Flying High

I couldn't believe how low, loud and frequent the planes were going into Stansted as we walked at Spellbrook yesterday. I'd hear a bird, try to locate it, only for its song to be drowned out by another jet. :(

I took Ollie dog down the field for a walk a bit earlier than usual this morning. I was struck by how the sky was filled with high-flying planes and their contrails. 

We went to a meeting in some rather posh offices this morning and had another in the same place after lunch. We rushed home for a cup of tea and took Ollie dog back with is. She behaved perfectly under the boardroom table. :)