I was spending a very relaxing afternoon kicking back in my sister's garden near to Staverton Airport yesterday when my brother-in-law, something of a plane enthusiast, came belting out of his shed. He'd heard the unmistakable sound of a Merlin engine (I'd heard it but it hadn't registered). Sure enough, out of the trees came a Spitfire, completely on its side and circling. We watched it for a while before jumping into the car and driving to the airport. It had already landed when we got there and was refuelling. It looked like they were hanging around for a while so we left. Some time later we heard the sound again and watched the plane spend a good few minutes entertaining both onlookers and pilot by the sound of it, banking around and circling before disappearing into the distance. It wouldn't mean much to some, but it was a real privilege to watch.