The tedious Tornado (but no terror or tears) . . . .

Earlier this afternoon, a trip to our local annual air show . . . .
This followed a two-year break, our previous visit having proved to be a rather unfortunate experience.
Back then, The B still not three and The G just 16 months old, the approach of a low-flying jet plane turned out to be a rather frightening affair.
This time proved to be a little more successful, even if The G's initial reaction didn't inspire great confidence.
"This boring," she declared, not long after our arrival.
Not the best response, although tedium is much easier to manage than the sheer terror that marred our previous visit. Indeed, that it didn't all end in tears is, in itself, a marked improvement.
The B enjoyed it rather more than his sceptical sister - his highlights including the helicopter formation team, the Red Arrows and the Tornado, even if said jet (the boomy-boom plane, as he calls it) did cause a little concern with its ear-splitting acoustics.
"They're just showing off," he said at one point as two planes, each trailing smoke, performed their impressive aeronautics for an appreciative audience. Being four, such grandstanding does strike a certain chord . . . .