Spitfire in my garden

Returning home early on Sunday evening I opened the car door to aircraft engine noise. At first I thought ' ...another twat in a light aircraft buzzing the village.' Then I realised that the engine note was Merlin-ish. I turned out that my wealthy neighbours (they're all wealthy) had a birthday party on the go and they'd booked a Spitfire. The trouble is that it's a difficult thing not to share, so we were treated to 15-20 minutes of low level display by one of the glamour craft of WW2. Hard to catch with a digital compact but...