Flying low

Most of the day spent pottering on the garden. Pottering is about my limit at the moment with my leg as it is but I was more than happy to just work on the flat! While we were sat drinking our coffee this enormous heavy weight plane flew across, turned as it flew over our garden and then over the hillside. It was so low to the ground that once it went over the hill we couldn't see it. Barry looked it up and told me its name, meaning nothing to me I have quite forgotten, but it's military and can be flown on auto pilot and really close to the ground both day and night apparently! I don't get in the least excited by planes and hate to travel on them, but it did look quite impresssive.