First, I <3 there being daylight at 8pm. It r0xx0rs bigtime.
So, today we visited the Mosquito Aircraft Museum. That also r0xx0rs. If we hadn’t gone there straight from the supermarket, where we got a leaflet about it, I might have brought my camera and taken pictures, but no. Lots of planes, including the awesomely bright yellow mosquito prototype. I believe it is the only kind of mosquito I actually like. ๐
Mum: “They sold one of those the other day didn’t they?”
Me: “What? A Mosquito?”
Mum: “Yes, they sold one.”
Me: “….uhh, wasn’t that a Spitfire?”
Mum: “They’re the same thing aren’t they?”
Me: “Um. No. Spitfires aren’t bombers. And they have different wing shapes. And they’re different sizes…”
Mum: “Well they sold one anyway.”
And that’s pretty much the extent of my WW2 aircraft geekery. My mum asked me later on what difference was between what a Mosquito would sound like and a Lancaster and all I could say was that it would “make louder vrrrrooom noises maybe?”.
I suspect you have to be at least vaguely interested in aviation and/or recent military history for that to be exciting though. It’s all intensely fascinating for me and my mum made a good go of it too.
Originally from her divine shadow on April 26, 2009, 12:16pm