The day stayed beautiful, though gradually began to cloud over a little and the breeze got up, which meant when suddenly (and I have to say although the programme of events was good, things just seemed to happen when they happened, rather than when one expected them) Anyway, suddenly the Breitling Wing Walkers came storming across the sky and gave a spectacular show of swoops and dives, climbs and dare-devil cross overs.
I have never seen wing walkers, other than on old film clips from the thirties, and as the weather conditions were less than perfect the planes stayed high in the skies. I could see some small figures on top of the planes, but being the sceptical sort that I am, I wondered if it was actually real girls up there on the wings or the planes, or whether it was people-like models being worked from inside the aircraft to make it look as though their arms and legs were going up and down.
So having watched the show, and photographed what I could of it – difficult as they are going past at such speeds – I went back inside Thebus and checked out Breitling Wing Walkers, and guess what, not only were they real girls but you could have a go yourself!
Saturday Evening was the final Night Glow so I went up to the show ground and again was treated to a stunning visual delight, once more followed by the most spectacular fireworks display. The crowds were even thicker than the first night and on the way back down in the darkness where the immense crowds funnelled into a sunken tunnel to file out through the castellated gate house it was so packed as to be somewhat claustrophobic and in fact one or two people began to panic a bit, but eventually we all got through and out to be confronted by the perils of crossing a main road where it meets with a junction, though there were so many people flooding out, that the traffic almost had to give way.
I had put on extra layers of clothing, and thermal underwear, plus coat, gloves and furry hat, but even so I was glad to be back inside Thebus and put on the heating for a good warm.
By next morning it looked as though the best of the good weather was over with the long promised rain on its way as the day dawned grey and clouded. More morning balloons were launched but the stiff breeze carried them off towards Bristol at a rapid rate, and by now I was experiencing a bit of balloon over-load.
Several ariel displays were promised for the Sunday but as it was so grey I stayed in Thebus thinking I would probably have a reasonable chance of a view from the camping field. – In fact for some reason most of the promised displays did not materialise, but we did have a flypast and display by a Spitfire, though the leaden skies and the height of the plane meant one didn’t get to see too much.
Then later on some parachutists came down to land in the main arena.
I think with all these things the weather plays an important part in the enjoyment, but the previous days at Bristol could not have been better, so I have some wonderful memories to cherish. If you have a chance to go I can highly recommend it.