Bomber, what Bomber ? - Oh you mean that one ?

Friday 10th September 2010

Up bright and early, to a cloudy, black looking sky...

however, undaunted, I put my wet weather gear on, and cycled the 9 miles to Leuchars airbase, to view the incoming planes, and practice routines of the day....and view the landing of the Vulcan bomber http://www.vulcantothesky.org/ after all, I had all the 'secret' information ! - didn't I ?

Well, when I got to the favoured viewing spot at the end of the runway, in a farmers field ,there were already hundreds of people there, the cold wet weather not deterring them !

Having parked my bike along the fence, and got a good spot on the top of the hill, I found that...all the 'plane spotters' had my 'secret information'some showing me the copies, still with the RAF Leuchars crest on it !!

Anyway, although cold and wet, it was a good morning, and the crowd swelled looking forward to the Vulcan landing around 1 p.m.....

Shortly before 12-30 p.m. Kate rang saying the Vulan had been delayed to 5 p.m. 'ish... and they changed the runway direction ,so my spot wasn't as good as earlier...although I could still see landings using my new binoculars.

I then took advice from some of the 'spotters' and rode my bike to the top of the landing runway, onto the rocks at the sea/beach end of the runway, so continued getting great views of the landings, and as the afternoon became sunnier, the practice displays... but the 'big event' was still awaited...

and the sun/wind was hotter, and burning my delicate skin.

And , as you may guess...around 5-30 p.m. I got the call, the Vulcan wasn't landing today, and all the action had 'finished' for the day !

Drat, but I'd had a good day, watching,waiting and sunning...although I was starvin' as I had not taken much grub !

So rode back to Kate's block, and met up with her and Wayne, who, wonderful son in law that he is, offerred to give me a lift home in his car, with the bike in the boot ! Thanks Wayne, I wasn't looking forward to the hill !

So it was back to Wally, via a chippy in St Andrews for a real 'Scottish fish supper', and early night, ready for the long day ahead on the 'morrow !'