The Bottle of Britain

On Friday, Robbie planned a trip to Duxford–about which I knew nothing. It’s a flatness about an hour by local bus from Cambridge. It had been an airfield during World Wars I and II, and now it is a war museum with bunches and bunches of planes. And Robbie (as he’ll be the first to tell ya) knows everything about this stuff.
So we walked around. . .a lot. . .and then some more.
Roberta stayed in Cambridge to shop.
I really did enjoy the day, but mainly because Robbie truly could explain everything.
However, I think my favorite single sighting was lunch.