This morning – up the Boston Stump’s 209 steps to marvel at the views of Asda. This afternoon – glorious weather as we pootled along the river Witham. We were feeling very smug and full of the joys of spring etc. Then we realised we’ve moored directly underneath the flight path of RAF Coningsby and the planes are on night practice this week. Can’t hear ourselves speak. 2359 hours can’t come soon enough!
One of those good day, bad day days
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