Driving the dog to the beach (she was in the back by the way, not sat on the passenger seat wearing sunglasses and a scarf – in case you were wondering) I was distracted by a rather loud rumble, and up ahead is what looks like a Lancaster Bomber with a couple of smaller planes either side if it. Strange!
Then, as Bagel patrolled Rossall Beach, over flies a delta wing plane, like it is straight out of a film. What next? Well, you may ask, because over beyond the piers in the distance there is a little stunt plane making a heart shape out of its smoky trail, and then doing pulses of smoke.
When the jet then zooms along following the shore south at a ridiculous speed, it’s hardly worth commenting on. It has dawned on me that there is an air show down the road.
Funny though. It was a breezy day, and having looked into the sky a few times, I had to notice the sea birds. Their trick yesterday was simply hanging in the air, like aerial debris. They are a more everyday sight – but they are a greater source of wonder that the metal birds.
And as for the sanderlings? Well, you can’t beat them – they are invisible, then Bagel disturbs them, and a huge flock appears, with each bird seemingly flying equidistant, and in formation, sensitive to turn individually and as a flock with split second precision. Makes the Red Arrows seems like clog dancers.
I did avoid any lamp posts, in case you were wondering.
Look to the hills, the psalmist says, your help comes from there. Salvation comes from Mount Zion.
Well, it was on a hill that Jesus was lifted up, that the whole world could see, and be drawn to him. And be forgiven, healed, restored.
And we know he will return, and be seen everywhere everytime. A different kind of air show.
And I guess we will be the sanderlings.