On days like today thank goodness for the Nissen hut. The hail stones made a pretty impressive sound on the corrugated roof. The Hut has seen some things what with the British and American Air Force taking off from Stoney Cross Airfield heading for Germany sixty years ago with fighter planes and bombers including Mustangs and Wellingtons. No battles these days although still the occasional 'mustang' and wellies. It was one of the largest airfields in the Forest but came and went in five years. We still get lots of planes flying over because Stoney Cross features as a 'reporting point' as it is so obvious from the air and is shown on the air navigation maps. My Dad loved aeroplanes and so I like to imagine that it is him flying around and looking down on the work that I do.
Lark came in pretty wet and allowed me to rub her down with Petra's old cooler rug. Head collar on and off three times again and some leading work to the left and right.
