Somerset care home residents visit air museum ahead of VE Day
Residents from Frome Nursing Home and Catherine House Care Home travelled by minibus to the Fleet Air Arm Museum in Yeovilton.
The visit was filled with history and reflection as they explored the museum's exhibitions and enjoyed coffee and snacks.
They saw the helicopters outside and experienced a simulator's vibrations.
The visit sparked many memories for the residents.
Peter, who served during the Falklands conflict, engaged in thoughtful conversations with a guide, reflecting on how much had changed since his service.
Pat, a former pilot, found the visit particularly emotional.
The sight of the aircraft stirred strong feelings and brought back memories of her solo flying days.
She shed a few happy tears as she spoke about her experiences.
Janet reminisced about living through the London Blitz as a young girl.
Another resident, also named Janet, smiled as she spoke about her brother's work on the Concorde engines at Filton.
After a picnic lunch, the conversation continued on the journey home - with Peter already keen to plan their next outing.
To ensure more future visits, team member Sharon has secured a year-long pass for the residents to return freely throughout the year.
The homes are keen to provide their residents with similar experiences that evoke cherished memories and create new ones.
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