WELL, THERE YOU GO!

It would appear that all the activity in the air last night was actually the RAF joining in the search over Rothbury.
I had originally thought that it was the standard Thursday activity which we seem to have in the summer months, but apparently not. (Come to think of it they weren't the usual screeching low fliers we get coming in across the North Sea. We've been here for twenty two years now - and have never got used to the noise those things make. I'll never forget the time my Dad was staying in the caravan he and Mum had down Villa Lane, throwing himself to the ground because he thought we were under attack!)


(Have just had my neighbour at the door - and couldn't even look at her without tears streaming down my cheeks. Not that she's THAT ugly - but the light was just too much for my infected eye.)