Howard disagreed with my pressing need to get up at 7 and depart at 8 for an air show that commenced at 10 and was half an hour's ride away, but I insisted upon it. After all, one must park, get on the airfield, buy a programme, check out the merch, grab a coffee and find a suitable vantage point. Which we did.
There were two slightly bizarre and annoying aspects which differed from all other air shows I've ever been to. Not only did you have to buy tickets called bonnen to purchase food and drink, rather than just handing over cash, but if you wished to use the facilities at any point during the day you needed to pay €1.50 for all-day access to the Portaloo areas. This gained you a wristband with the legend "Pipiworld the place to be!" (shurely 'the place to go'?).
We got an English commentator as well as a Flemish one, which meant a lot more information came our way than we would have gleaned from the programme alone. Some large and beautiful radio-controlled models were whizzing about when we arrived, but the full-size air show started with one of my favourite aircraft, the Antonov AN-2 (world's biggest single-engined biplane, as I believe I may have mentioned once or twice before).
Of the display teams, I enjoyed seeing the Belgian 'Red Devils', because I hadn't seen them before; the Trig Team in their Pitts Specials, because biplanes; and the Aerostars in their Yaks, because I've often enjoyed a coffee or lunch at their home base of Compton Abbas, so they felt like my team.

Belgian airline Jetairfly showed off their 737, which was most interesting when it briefly flew in formation with a Mustang:

The organisers were obviously very proud to have persuaded a B-52 to do a flypast, and with good reason. Incongruously nicknamed the 'Buffy', this enormous bomber is surely one of the world's scariest-looking planes: a sinister airliner that disgorges death instead of passengers.
An abundance of F-16s: the Dutch solo display in its orange colour scheme, so beloved of my father when it displayed at Fairford, a formation of four Belgian Air Force examples, and finally a solo Belgian to close the show.
Conveniently, the Swedish Air Force Historic Flight had brought the very two aircraft I didn't see at the Gothenburg air show in 2010. The first of these was the Saab Tunnan, or 'barrel', a rotund example of an early swept-wing jet which the commentator described as 'cuddly'.
It was the more modern Viggen, though, that was pretty much the whole point of the expedition for me. Since arbitrarily picking one as my vehicle in the
