The pre-dawn indications were that there had been a fair amount of Aircraft activity across the early morning sky, turning our attention to the classic Pink Floyd track
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
my grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air.
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly, out of the corner of my watering eye.
could blow this soul right through the roof of the night.
emphasising it is usually best to give it a go rather than miss a goodie!
Otherwise we thought we might have had the best of it as all else on offer seemed to be this
there seems to be a plague of them weaving its way through the rabbit droppings and a rather
Home, and with coffee in hand while enjoing once again the frolickings of a local
until the noise from above sounded as if the heavens were falling in on us.
Not a bit of it as Once Again it was the
was about to come to mind until this happened...........
you will notice the aircraft straddling each side of the caravan in their decent!
of which we attended all 3 days of the very first back in 1969, with the last act resulting in the worst 'miss' of my life!
back in those heady days my only dream was to see my all time 'Hero' perform as the final act on that final day, but he and The Experience, his band, with Noel Reading on bass guitar and Mitch Mitchell on drums, were delayed. Sailing at 05:00 under the cover of dark, as submarines do, (H. M. S/M Alcide) as we boarded the ferry to return to Portsmouth Jimi Hendrix and his pals flew directly overhead in a helicopter which might have been the nearest I was to get to the man had it not been for my determination.
It was on a gloomy day during Jnne of 2011 that as part of a wider adventure that the dream was fulfilled and not only that these 2 lovely people
not only paid for the short rail journey from Seattle to