Farewell to the aeroplanes

Today was the last day of the airshow; there is no flying display but the aircraft depart one by one, often waving to the hardcore fans who are still watching. It has a nice atmosphere, however this year James went on his own after dropping me off at Cirencester Hospital minor injuries unit. My foot has continued to really bother me since I rolled it in Inverness a couple of weeks ago; it aches all day and gets worse towards the end of each day. It also concerned me that my ankle was x rayed by mistake, instead of my foot. Cirencester Hospital is small and really friendly; it wasn’t busy when I arrived at 9 a.m. although it quickly became a lot busier so I was pleased that I was ahead of the crowd. The nurse who looked after me was such a pleasant person; she took me through to x ray in a wheelchair at great speed, saying “Scream if you want to go faster!” which made me laugh a lot! I was found to have an avulsion fracture of the 5th metatarsal. This explains the continuing pain. The good news is that it should improve over the next few weeks, and if it doesn’t I should go back to a hospital. Meanwhile I’m to wear trail shoes to support my foot, rest it and elevate it when I can and use ice packs on it. 
I then walked (gently!) over the footbridge to Cirencester town centre which took only ten minutes, and had an absolutely delicious brunch of coffee and French toast sitting outside the pretty Luxe café which is in one of Cirencester’s many little lanes. The aeroplanes departing Fairford were flying overhead every few minutes and all of us at the café were looking up into the sky to watch them. James joined me there at lunchtime and I had another coffee, the surroundings were delightful. We strolled down to the market and listened to an excellent busker singing Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect” and then we continued into and around the Abbey grounds. We had a business video call later and then had dinner at Henry’s which was tip top.