Vin and I went out for a hack around the Worcestershire countryside this afternoon. We got to the top of Horton Hill when something appeared on my personal radar.
I saw it before I heard it, moving slowly at a height of about 1,500 feet, the wall of sound eventually caught up with us as it was about twenty miles away.
Soon, however, it was almost on top of us, the sound deafening.
Fortunately Vin didn’t bat an eyelid but I was still cacking myself at the thought that at any moment he could vanish over the horizon with me clinging to his mane.
Bloody Vulcans! (of the non Spock variety).