I don’t know where everyone was going, but it was a day of amazing contrails, from early morning.
To midday.
Great joy! The lovely miniature white nerine I was given last year is coming into flower.
white nerine
Contrails in November sky and white nerine
Green Writing Room 
Yes, I often wonder where they are all going. At any given time hundreds if not thousands of aeroplanes are flying somewhere. I used to think that when caught driving and getting stuck in a queue. Of course, we are all the same, going somewhere, doing something or other. The Nerine seems peaceful though, quietly nodding away, giving pleasure for free.
We are in the country, but we do see aeroplanes from two commercial, one testing and one museum airfield, depending on the wind direction and other factors. This looked like some weird artwork, though there was no noise to speak of, so we were lucky.
What a beautiful flower!
Thanks, we are so chuffed as we have not had much luck with *nerines* before. (I had to put in the asterisks because the spell-checker was insistent that I meant neurones!)
Very nice pictures.