Right time, right place

We nipped out this morning to take some photos of the harvest, as there’s a lot of activity all along our little valley. We’d stopped just on a ridge where I could pull off the road and Brian had a prime view of the workers.

Just as I’d turned the car round and switched the engine off to wait for him, I could hear a jet approaching. I peered through the windscreen and saw it swoosh overhead, with a rather thunderous roar. We often see them pass over as I believe we are on a training route.

When Brian jumped back in the car, I exclaimed “Did you get any good piccies? Would have been nice to have captured one of the fighter jet”. He turned the camera to me and showed me what he’d achieved.

“Wow hun, that’s amazing!”