Britannia Rules the Skies!

Well, it's nearly a Union flag. I had lifted my eyes heavenwards as I left a school in order not to look at a charming cluster of 17 year old schoolgirls in front of me and thereby avert the Pavlovian dribbling that usually follows. Could this be a portent (the vapour trails, not the girls)? Perhaps we'll beat the Aussies this Summer.