|The Red Arrows classic Diamond Nine formation|
Yes, Cromer was a no-fly-zone for the likes of those of us of a more eldritch persuasion. All brooms, hoes, brollies, ancient Electroluxes, and especially that Mini Metro full of nuns, were left at home as the Royal Air Force Aerobatic Team, aka the Red Arrows, took to the skies over the North Sea late this morning.
And, yes, this is another photoblog post. I didn't mean to take so many-
And this isn't even the half of it!Well, yes, but these are the best ones. Cropped and resized for your convenience.
Oh, and we needed another photoblog post to replace Panoramic Triffidery because it too, got hijacked by that infuriating French 'bot!
Dratted thing.Oh, as always, click to embiggen!
|Yes, we know this isn't a Red Arrow. Just some people preparing to watch the display from their yacht.|
|Cromer Lighthouse from my perch on the edge of the cliff.|
|The Red Arrows are nine BAE Systems Hawk T1s|
|Ug. Yes. I know. People! Originally, I was sitting where that old man in the navy shorts (far right) is, but he and the rest of them ruined my solitude, so I upped and moved further east.|
|I probably could have got a better shot of whatever it is the Red Arrows are doing here if I'd stayed where I was, but that would have meant being in proximity to people.|
|Oops! Forgot to straighten this photo hence the skew-whiff horizon|
|Despite (hopefully) unintentionally ousting me from my spot, I actually rather like this photo of the shorts-wearing man and the single Red Arrow|
|He does like his hands on his hips, doesn't he?|
|I don't know if the crews of these two ships were watching, too?|