Brian + H & H
Where Is The Lion.
Well there we have it, its official, the hottest and sunniest early May Bank holiday weekend on record, according to the BBC.
Hoof and I tore down to the coast Fri, Sat, Sunday and every time we rocked up this is what we found, thick fog ! as it had been most of the day as well.
As with so many national institutions and organisations we in the far west do not exist, however that is where we benefit, we can get up to whatever we like whenever we like and no-one is any the wiser.
As I explained to one of my Flickr friends a couple of nights ago the next project we have on in the village is to fulfil the lifetime ambition of a pensioner who wants us to build a space rocket so as they can travel into the earths outer atmosphere and if we can get enough mpg out of the engine maybe to the moon and beyond.
Plans are well under way, we have already had a meeting in the secret office, where various refreshments were required and consumed to stimulate the thinking processes required to pull this stunt off.
As we have all handled and set off fireworks, we feel that we have the necessary experience and expertise in the principles of getting an object into the air which are relevant to this space project, so all we will be doing in reality is upscaling a bit.
One thing we are not going to do is have a countdown, can you imagine sitting in your car going 10 9 8, etc so once we get the person on board the space rocket, it will be just a matter of turning the key and hitting the start button and go, so all this drama that goes on at Cape Canaveral where they get to about 5 in the countdown and some bearded engineer speaks and says “go for main engine start” well tis so unnecessary, (have you ever thought when watching a launch why do they do that, they have spent months messing around wheeling it out etc, it is not like they are going for a crib break when they get to 5)
Just imagine sat on your driveway one morning in your highly polished Reliant Robin going through that sort of routine, it don’t happen, its a case of kicking the tyres, hop on board and go.
We have mentioned to our adventurous traveller it might be a wise move not to eat any baked beans before putting the space suit on.
The principle we will be adopting in putting this dear old soul into space, however will be done with care and compassion, but most importantly, out of the glare of the worlds media, as we do not exist.
As always thank you so much for looking at my shots, your faves and comments are so appreciated🚀🐎😎
Where Is The Lion.
Well there we have it, its official, the hottest and sunniest early May Bank holiday weekend on record, according to the BBC.
Hoof and I tore down to the coast Fri, Sat, Sunday and every time we rocked up this is what we found, thick fog ! as it had been most of the day as well.
As with so many national institutions and organisations we in the far west do not exist, however that is where we benefit, we can get up to whatever we like whenever we like and no-one is any the wiser.
As I explained to one of my Flickr friends a couple of nights ago the next project we have on in the village is to fulfil the lifetime ambition of a pensioner who wants us to build a space rocket so as they can travel into the earths outer atmosphere and if we can get enough mpg out of the engine maybe to the moon and beyond.
Plans are well under way, we have already had a meeting in the secret office, where various refreshments were required and consumed to stimulate the thinking processes required to pull this stunt off.
As we have all handled and set off fireworks, we feel that we have the necessary experience and expertise in the principles of getting an object into the air which are relevant to this space project, so all we will be doing in reality is upscaling a bit.
One thing we are not going to do is have a countdown, can you imagine sitting in your car going 10 9 8, etc so once we get the person on board the space rocket, it will be just a matter of turning the key and hitting the start button and go, so all this drama that goes on at Cape Canaveral where they get to about 5 in the countdown and some bearded engineer speaks and says “go for main engine start” well tis so unnecessary, (have you ever thought when watching a launch why do they do that, they have spent months messing around wheeling it out etc, it is not like they are going for a crib break when they get to 5)
Just imagine sat on your driveway one morning in your highly polished Reliant Robin going through that sort of routine, it don’t happen, its a case of kicking the tyres, hop on board and go.
We have mentioned to our adventurous traveller it might be a wise move not to eat any baked beans before putting the space suit on.
The principle we will be adopting in putting this dear old soul into space, however will be done with care and compassion, but most importantly, out of the glare of the worlds media, as we do not exist.
As always thank you so much for looking at my shots, your faves and comments are so appreciated🚀🐎😎