That's a nicely painted narrow boat. My Dad built a narrow boat back in the 70's from a hull. He never really went anywhere, he loved to build and tinker with stuff.
Unfortunately by the time I heard the noise and identified the wing shape I only had time to enjoy the view. According to flight radar it was part of the battle of Britain memorial flight.
“The tide’s out boys, what shall we do?” “I know, let’s get a digger, a bucket load of cones and hare round the beach like lunatics!”
Had to go for a new suit for the funeral I'm going to in Cheshire next week as all the suits I had/have have shrunk in the Northumbrian air apparently.
Took the 899 out for a ride into Wales, not ridden it for a while. Did about 150 miles. Back on the boat now for some home brew.