biplane

Saturday, 15th of August

There is a sound from the sky, a slow rattling sound, it does not change in pitch but it is moving.

This is a hot summer's day, and this will be a half an hour on the park bench at the top of the hill. There are family groups having picnics here, and now, at around

four in the afternoon, the sky is slowly clouding over, the weather is cooling.

There are children everywhere, running in the fields.

A young child standing beside his little sister, points to what must be a rotten apple. He say's "Beh", an expression of disgust. A reminder of a photograph at home of two children, just the same.

Fifty-Sixty-one years ago, the scene was similar

The sound from the sky turns out to be a biplane, with transparent wings, a delicate small thing. Slowly: it moves across the sky, then an impossibly sharp turn, and it moves off the way it had

come. Another reminder of childhood, there are very few biplanes in the sky these days any more.