But what really jolted my senses was the recall of a very vivid image of my brothers much superior model of a Hawker Hurricane, full bodied, full camouflage.
I can recall it just like yesterday him launching it at head height, myself running alongside down the garden as it flew and looking into the cockpit at the little pilot inside.
For some reason it has brought on a kind of melancholy, a longing for a time and place I'll never pass again along with a reminder that ther is more behind than in front.
Hmmm I'll finish now I think.
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