Air Show Cancelled

I'd planned to go to the Race Day Air Show at Old Warden today, but yesterday afternoon they cancelled it.  From the top two photos you can see why.  The rain was travelling sideways and the grass runways were sodden.  I took Sadie and she brought her camera.  Although she's been to the Swiss Garden before, and to the museum with the Brownies, this was her first chance to compare it to Duxford.  In one of the pictures she is standing beside an airship propeller which must have been twelve feet in diameter!  She commented on all the oil drip trays under the engines of the cars, bikes and aeroplanes on display.  The staff today were very cheerful and chatty.  

 

Wandleburying

A loose club outing (social distancing observed, of course) to the Gogs looking for fungi.  The hay bales turned into Swiss Rolls in my dreams.

 

Caldecote Church

We walked across the fields to Caldecote and ventured into the church, which was showing the effects of the pandemic - no one had been inside to clean for a while, though the flowers were fresh.  

 

The Station Area

Our second day in Cambridge dog-sitting Bracken left us some time on another hot day to explore the  old Cattle Yard and the top of Station Road, where I tried the set background approach to photography, finished on bikes.

Cambridge Almost Normal Again

There were many tourists on their way from the station to the centre today.  The centre was busy in the good weather.  The rough sleeper's colours made the image almost beautiful, but the contrast in the wider view was clear.  The Catholic Church was still there, 214 feet tall, and the Flying Pig, former haunt of Pink Floyd in their youth, seemed empty, although its facade will be preserved in the new development.  

Trumpington Meadows

A bit of a ramble for the camera club.  Under and over the M11 too.

Back to Snetterton

Smell the Castrol R!  The grandstands were all closed for this Class-D race meeting, but the rooks maintained social distancing.  Smart birds!  The Equipe Libre were great, with four A-H 3000s drifting smoothly around Coram Curve.  Worth many tens of thousands of pounds, they were nevertheless driven to the max, even going for non-existent gaps at Murray's.  Ann and I met Peter there.