If you noticed some rumblings coming from overhead this weekend, you’d have been forgiven for assuming that Bertha was trumping her way across the heavens. Not so. The Fylde Coasts’s skies were alive with the purring of whatever witchcraft it is that keeps tonnes of metal up in the air for hours. They were hard to miss, particularly if, like photographer Jo Harley-Hynes, you were standing beneath them. So, for all you aviophiles (yes, I had to look that up) Here’s a glimpse of what she saw on Sunday.
All images courtesy of Jo Harley-Hynes.
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