The Philosopher and I were relatively restrained in our pirate garb - too sensible really, but at least we didn't boil and get burned to crisps. It felt like all the town had dressed up, and there was a real carnival feel about the place. It seemed very inclusive - there were Pirate babies, Pirate grannies, Pirate (sea) dogs.
|Hastings Pirate Day - aiming for the record 2012|
By the time the Red Arrows came, we had gone home - thought it wouldn't be much, they'd just fly over once and that would be it. As it happened, from our place up the valley, we had a fantastic grand-stand view from our own door-step, and better still, they flew up our valley several times to re-group themselves before swooping down to the sea again. I don't know who shrieked louder, us or the startled sea-gulls, as red planes roared up past the house so close we could wave to the pilots. It was a fantastic show and very scary.
|Red Arrows at Hastings Pirate Day 2012|
All in all, a great day to make up for months of lousy wet weather.