Welcome to the weekend.
SIC and I are sitting with friends @stuconway @email@example.com on the beach at Eastbourne, watching WW2 planes flying low over a milky turquoise sea. It reminds me of when I was a kid and my brother, Tom, was obsessed with military aircraft. He’d test me on them as they soared past, shouting ‘Nooo!!! Look at the tail!!!!!’ if I got it wrong but feeling like the proud tutor when I’d declare ‘Tornado!’ and get it right. What he didn’t know was that it was an exercise in randomness (sorry, Tom): say ‘fokker tri-plane’ enough times and eventually you’re bound to hit the jackpot. Sorry, bro. I’ll pay more attention to the detail next time. In the meantime, folks, here’s a throwback Saturday Shelfie from Aberporth a few weeks ago, including a gloriously colourful Victorian vase complete with butterfly that looks like it’s doing an air show-esque dive bomb towards the rose bush. Where are you today? Spotted any spitfires? Remember: look at the tail!
Martha, The Colour File x