Spectacular miss

We stood gassing behind the ambulance whilst we unloaded the stretcher, then stopped, and in unison searched the skies for the source of dual sounds of the Merlin engines.

There, there! WOW!

Two Spitfires growled effortlessly overhead, scything their way east, away from the setting sun.
For a few seconds we stood open mouthed in stunned excitement like two 1940's kids seeing a Spitfire for the first time. Then exploded into "did you see that?!!?", "probably going back to Coningsby" Michelle offered. "WOW!"

As the aero-birds flew and the Merlins song subsided I was left to image the space they had just briefly and elegantly inhabited.

Still wonderful.