Another field

I've been sitting on the picnic line in yet another model flying field, this one on the way to St. Austell.  Mr T enjoyed flying his small model glider and all the other flyers were a friendly lot.  I had taken a picnic so was quite happy to sit in the middle of a sunny field for a couple of hours, reading, watching endless model planes whizzing round the sky and listening to  various and varied conversations from the flight line.  After the 2 hours Mr T got into a full flow talk on real gliding which meant that when we got home we had missed the tennis final but did manage to catch Djokovic receiving the coveted prize,  Never mind at least I won't miss Poldark tonight.