Bit of a weird title, when you read it…if you see what I mean, you might’ve just read about the Remembrance Parade – about war, and of course a war museum is about war too. Anyway, if you are wondering why I’m being quite crazy, it’s normal to me and my family, we’re all basically crazy.
Katie came too. She and her mum seemed as interested as us – and probably more interested in going in a Concorde! Who knows what a Concorde is? It’s the fastest plane that’s ever been flown, and it’s the fastest from how big it is! It had leather seats and tiny windows, just like faces (maybe a bit thinner…). The driver’s place was pretty complicated…it was all wires and buttons and strange boxes of bits and bobs and even if I’d trained before I was training, I’d still not know what was going on!
Mummy and Katie’s mum were very surprised (I kind of was, too, once I’d heard what it was) when they read, “Concorde opens from …to…” because the sign said it so seriously as if the Corncorde was any old plane, but of course it wasn’t!
We saw one ‘supersonic’ plane. In this case, ‘supersonic’ means that the plane is too fast for you to hear sound, so the sound can’t really catch up, if you see what I mean. It was white, and it might have been for the Navy. I can’t remember if the Navy were ships or planes, but I’ll assume that it was planes. Anyway, we also went to this place where you’d pick up phones and things and I didn’t understand the notes or remember them, so there’s no use telling you them because I can’t. There was this other place where we saw the Concorde and got in. It was mainly game-kind-of-learning. There were TVs where you’d press buttons and there was this not-very-sensative game. It asked us whether or not we thought that in 50 years airships would be more popular than planes. Me and Tilly answered ‘yes’, which most people had said.
For lunch, we had a packed lunch, but Katie didn’t, and we kept nicking her chips! She put loads of salt on them (I LOVE salt) and they tasted like chips that a salt factory had made and accidentally tipped a bucket full of salt on each one!
We also went to some kind of ‘work-shop’ thing about how things fly. I didn’t actually get to learn how things fly (I think the man forgot that he was talking to children at some points) but at least I was able to make a paper plane!
They also had this cool tuby thing, and me and Mummy spoke through it (weirdly about my birthday party, which is in a month).
Before I go, think about all the people that have died or never returned. They had to fight in the war, they couldn’t choose if they wanted to or not. Some children’s daddies never came back, and they didn’t know whether or not their daddy was dead or alive or being shot at that second or being badly injured. If your dad went to the war and never returned, it would be a spooky and sad story to tell – but you never know. He could be on his way back now.
