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Sunday, we went to Surrey, to look at planes being noisy. Ear-tearingly noisy, but at the same time very impressive. Lots of flying very close to each other, so their wings are almost clipping, and two women standing on the wings of twisty-twirly propellor planes to demonstrate a budget airline’s seating plans and emergency exits.

Thinking about it now, the last time I went to an airshow was in 2000. I remember, because we were in Jersey and it was the year of the Sydney Olympics with the impressive opening and closing ceremonies.

So on Saturday we camped out on rugs and foldable chairs and soaked up the unseasonably good sunshine, slapping on the factor 50 as our skins recoiled in shock at the unexpected weather. It wasn’t quite enough to dry out the ground, which had been churned through a week of setting up in the drizzle and rain, and so we all went home with muddy feet, but that didn’t dampen our spirits.

Monday (bank holiday), we buzzed up to Lowestoft for lunch, and then went out geocaching to drop off a travel bug we picked up in Chelmsford on Saturday. For the first time ever we got to a cache and found two other geocachers there, who came over to say hello and explained that they weren’t outsiders so we could safely hunt for the treasure without giving the game away.

We found it quite easily, but that didn’t stop them sitting there and watching, perhaps hoping we’d go wrong somewhere down the line. But as soon as we pulled it out and opened it up they hopped back on their bikes and rode off. Spoilsports.

So we dropped off the castanets we’d been meaning to leave in a cache since last November and picked up a talking book - Murder on the Penzance Express, which seemed highly appropriate as we’re heading down to Penzance next weekend.

We had been hoping to drop off a travel bug of our own, which we’d set the mission of heading around the UK following the coast and waterways, but ended up coming home with it because we couldn’t find a suitably tacky keyring to accompany it on its travels, so we’ll probably end up liberating it somewhere in Cornwall, and give it a new mission - to travel around the coast until it gets back to Lowestoft, then we can pick it up again closer to home.

We talked to some cows on the way back. They were such camera whores.

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