Moving on from Lincoln, we were travelling together with our friends Cherryl and Ian down towards Boston. It was a journey that took us a few days. Our first night was at Bardney Lock. The visitor moorings, with electric hook up, are about a mile away from the village, so as we’d arrived quite late we didn’t stop to investigate. The further East we travelled, the thicker the duck weed became, the swans didnt mind but not much fun to cruise through. Combined with the retaining levees, it wasn’t an exciting journey, until we heard a rumble and a roar in the skies above us. As we looked up, we realised a hurricane had just passed us. Not the windy variety, but we were directly under the runway flight path from RAF Conningsby. We had to work out which way to look as both the Hurricanes and Typhoons had come and gone before we heard them, but always seemed to fly in pairs, so if we missed one we knew there’d be a second close behind. I’m not to sure we would like to live so close to the airbase, but we were only too pleased to be able to moor up at Dogsdyke, within walking distance of the base. Of course it would have been rude not to take advantage, so we all went exploring. There’s a viewing mound just outside the perimeter fence for all the enthusiastic plane spotters, one or two armed with radio which we assumed allowed them listen in to air traffic control, so they knew what to expect. The runway was still quite a distance away but it didn’t stop the excitement build as we realised not only were active RAF Typhoon and Hurricane squadrons based here, but also it was the home of the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight, BBMF. Not only were we watching the modern, super fast and noisy, we were being treated to a close up of the only flying Lancaster bomber, The Dakota coming into land, And one of the Spitfires flying overhead. What a privilege, having missed most of the fly past over Lincoln’s 1940s weekend, we were now getting our very own personal air display of this magnificent part of our heritage.
As we fell into bed that night, we chuckled to ourselves that today had turned out to be yet another unexpected adventure. We had no idea that we were going to be treated to such a spectacle. And no idea what would surprise us tomorrow.