A picture of the past etched in my head is that of a Spitfire suddenly appearing low overhead. Children frantically summoning to watch before it disappears, and waving. And then, for a few moments, the aircraft gracefully putting up a roll or a bit of aerobatics. For the pleasure of those waving on the ground and - perhaps - for the sake of its own beauty. The song of the Merlin engine echoing across the countryside and then fading in the distance, leaving the onlookers in awe.

This kind of scene could (and did) take place anywhere across Britain back in the 1940s, but I'm glad to report that magic moments like this still happen. Last night I have received the following email from Mr. Alistair Smith, and I'm forwarding it it its entirety:

Hi there. I wonder if you can help.

Whilst mowing the Duffeild football field (in Derbyshire - Ed.) today, a Spitfire went over me. I flashed my lights at him in admiration; I just love the sight and sounds of these great planes... well, when I did that I enjoyed a display of moves like never before and it was as if it was just for me! I flashed my lights to say thank you and he seemed to fly past tipping his wings.

I would love to be able to thank the pilot. It is a day I shall never forget.

Alistair

Well, the best I can do is to gladly forward Mr. Smith's message, hoping that readers can help notifying the pilot!

(Picture chosen arbitrarily from our gallery)

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