Wind in the hill-o’s…
…as opposed to wind in the willows.
So I’m having a nice day off, when I get a panic call mid-morning from a Sunday newspaper, because someone (no naming, no shaming) forgot to book a commission, for 2pm, 120km away.
Leapt into the nearest phone-box, did a quick twirl and re-emerged with my cape on, and underpants outside my trousers, and launched myself westwards.
I believe I may have caused a bit of a scare to the Ryanair flight that was leaving Cork Airport at the moment I flew past, but hey, they frighten the crap out of me when I fly with them, so fair’s fair.
Said commission was to photograph someone who is installing one of those whirlygigywhatsits. I think the correct term is wind turbine or generator, or something. Anyway it whirls around in the air when the wind is blowing, and generates a bit of power. Rewind. It whirls around when the wind is blowing, which you think would be a safe bet in Ireland 360 days a year, except on the day I need the wind to blow and whirl the thingy around.
OK, so no wind, and the top of the thing is at least 10m or 3 storeys in the air. So how to get picture of small man (well not that small, but 2m and not 10m) in the same frame as a 10m tall mast.
As always, I like to go for the simple solution. So in this case, we simply dug a huge hole in the ground, and moved the mast, and the bungalow that happened to be next to it, into the hole.
Et voila:
Of course, you can also make an image from the bottom of the mast looking up, with the whirly thingy whirling around really fast in a blur. Or, big thanks to the lack of wind, in this case, not:
Also, if you really plan it well, in trying to bend over far enough, to get low enough, you can release your reading glasses from the protection of the shirt pocket they were in, and aim them straight for the cow-pat on the ground next to you.
I bet if I tried to be that accurate again, 99% of the time I’d miss. This time though – bulls-eye.
I think finances will stretch to a new pair.
TTFN
