Bournemouth Air Show

Being at the seaside removes many stresses of working life. I worked in London for many years and first had the twice daily struggle with the sweaty tube. I was later given a space in the office car park which meant that the journey in was fine for my 7am start but the journey home could take an age, particularly when Chelsea was playing at home. Eventually I found the perfect commute: a walk across Hyde Park which was all the more spectacular for the occasional early morning exercises of the Household Cavalry. The job, however, was not perfect and so I moved out of London and joined my old boss who'd set up in Bournemouth so I now enjoy a daily drive through the New Forest and can go to the beach at lunchtime to blow my cares away. Then, of course, there's the annual Bournemouth Air Show. To see the Red Arrows painting red, white and blue pictures over the sea, to be thrilled by the roar of the engines and to see them upside-down in corkscrew manoeuvres just about compensates for the glitter of the cavalry in the early morning sunshine.