Gatwick Aviation Museum

I like planes a lot. Not in the way some people do. I don't know the names of planes. I can recognise a Spitfire and I could probably recognise a Harrier (and I can now recognise an English Lightning because it's ridiculous and brilliant). But I like planes as much as any other adult with other interests, let's say.

I like planes enough that when I found out Tabitha's class were going on a trip to an aviation museum and needed volunteers, I was one of those volunteers. And I'm glad I did do that volunteering because I had a great time hanging out with the kids in her class again, and it was super interesting learning about planes. Especially from people who've flown those planes before.

My grandfather flew planes in the RAF and our ages were never such that I was able to talk to him about his time in the sky. That's really the case for all my grandparents, actually. Comes with the territory, being the offspring of two younger children, I suppose. I was on my way in as they were on their way out. A shame, really - at least three of them lead incredible lives, and I wish I'd been able to know them better. I've been making do with the romantic conclusions I've drawn myself with available knowledge. That's still pretty great.


Sunset Overload

Been having some really good sunsets the last couple of weeks. I love a good sunset, even if that makes me basic.


Things that are overdue

Been meaning to cover my old tattoo for ages. Lots of reasons. That's almost done, barring a touch-up when it's all healed. I am very happy.


The Common

I've taken this photo so many times

I miss Southampton Common. There's so many good trees and birds and all that noise. Goddamn love nature it gets me so amped.


Oxford

Oxford is such an unwelcoming city. There are signs everywhere telling you what you're not allowed to do. Don't lock your bike here. Don't even lean your bike here. Keep off the grass, keep out, don't let anyone follow you in, don't take photos, silence please.

Fortunately managed to snap a little photo of Tabitha (the most consistently noisy person in Oxford at the time) next to a sign telling her to do the impossible.