Low Ceiling

On final approach over the beer fridge. 

The TV room next to my shop has become a dumping ground while I attempt to do some death cleaning. I wasn't ready to get rid of my battered Tiger Moth yet, but didn't know where to put it. Cynthia surprised me by suggesting I hang it from the ceiling. 

We had the grandchildren with us overnight, but I forgot to take any photos of them. Fortunately, Cynthia grabbed a quick one while they were enjoying the bacon and waffles breakfast I made.