Saturday, 5 May 2007

Day Five: Dunkirk Again

This is double-plus ungood. The weather has closed down and we wake up to landscape as grey as John Major’s maiden speech. Drizzling, chilling rain, biting wind and scudding leaden clouds. Manchester would look sub-tropical by comparison.

Sky the colour of a church roof - not ideal

Flying today is out of the question. The only high spot is Robert’s kindness. Of course the Cub can stay in his hangar – he’ll get his mechanic to look it over to make sure it’s in good shape for when we return. A dejected trio piles into the car and we start the retreat. Dunkirk lives again – the Brits are defeated.

But we’ll be back.

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