Time travel? With a nod to Martin Parr.

Richard is a member of something called The Real Aeroplane Company, based in E Yorkshire (Breighton). He was never able to learn to fly planes himself, being colour blind - a matter of regret for him. But he's always loved old planes, and this tiny club of enthusiasts gives him a place to go and see all kinds of planes from times past.
We drove up there together today, fancying an outing after so many days of coughs and catarrh.
It felt a bit as if we had climbed into the Tardis and got out again circa 1950. This was lovely in some ways, not least thanks to the bacon butty and tea prepared by the women in the main photo. There's a small grass airstrip, and there are hangars with all sorts of rescued engines and plane bodies in various stages of rehabilitation. It wasn't an airshow day, just a sort of open day for members, with various visiting planes and a large selection of impeccably clean vintage cars. So it was very relaxed, and there were plenty of photo opportunities.
But it did also feel as if we might bump into Nigel Farage any minute, perhaps partly because of the union jacks all over the place.  And men spinning the propellers, women cooking the bacon butties.
Richard, however, informs me that the latest newsletter from Breighton features an article by a trans member.  So the organisation clearly has moved well beyond 1950, nationalistic flag bunting or no.  Important not to jump to conclusions too easily...