"There's going to be a Spitfire at Andrewsfield!", the word goes round.

"What time?". Everyone arrives at the allotted hour, but no Spitfire.

I overhear Mike: "Next week we'll tell them the Space Shuttle's landing here!". Duped! But no! What's that sound?

In comes the Spitfire, closely followed by Wingco in his Swedish flying machine. Cameras are in action everywhere, well why not? It's not every day, and it is a beautiful beast.

I have to go, but Shane evidently hangs on, and a Tiger Moth arrives too.

Well, enough yacking, you want the pictures don't you:

The Spitfire!

The Moth!

Enjoy!