It was a strange sound, almost like thunder. Then the penny dropped. It’s the local airport preparing for their annual air show. Took me back to when I was working in Hounslow, near Heathrow Airport, London. I would have to excuse anyone I was chatting with either on the phone or off for a full two minutes while Concorde flew over. Every morning at 11am on its way to New York.
Later, working as a promotions manager, I pitched long and hard for a celebratory trip on Concorde for our top dealers. Unfortunately our lawyers and insurance company couldn’t cope with the burden of so many superstars on such a small craft.
Alack, the lady is now at rest and is receiving guests at Brooklands, Weybridge, Surrey.