By the time I arrived at 10:30 it was already Proper Hot, which to me is the correct weather for airshows. I spent a lot of time applying factor 30 to my lily-white legs, which have not got out much over the last twelve months or so, and channeling my mum as I wondered why some people don't put hats on their babies.
I think my favourite display was a simulated ground attack by two Tornadoes, doing what their siblings are doing right now elsewhere in the world. These expensive toys do have a purpose other than pranks.
I also found the Blades very enjoyable. I don't know if it was a change to their routine or the new light blue colour scheme, but they really seemed to have sharpened up.
Much to my annoyance, the England v. Germany match was played on one of the big screens so the punters could watch it if they wished (though one commentator, observing the crowd, reckoned it was Harrier 1, football nil). The sound was off, but there were still ROARs from the audience. Then it all went very quiet...
Meanwhile, Spitfires and Hurricanes were slugging it out with Messerschmitts above.
We won that one.
The show traditionally closes with a display by a lone Spitfire. That shape; that sound; the Last Post over the tannoy, followed by 'Jerusalem' - it's almost unbearably moving and powerfully nostalgic.
Still to come this year: