Spanish Fly'ing

Well, I've spent the days off up at the local base taking piccy'toons of the visiting Spanish Airforce Eurofighters, having a play with the local boys. Very pretty they are too. Slightly darker grey than the locals, but a very nice piece of kit. Some unhappiness caused upon my return in discovering that my digital camera's clearly been designed by the same guys that did my vacuum cleaner since all the dust in the world has been sucked into the optical sensor and ruined all my shots; although they're fixable with a capable picture wrangler, that's just a pain in the arse. An interesting couple of days anyway; was just taking a few pics from the spotters carpark and chomping on my brunchtime burger; expected to stroll up to the other end of the 'field where the light is better when I was suprised to be called by name.... turned out to be a chap I used to know from works in Ipswich, all those years back. Nice bloke, badly timed though as while he was yabbering away, the morning's flight came back with me in the wrong position for photography. Not, as it turned out that it would have made a whole lot of difference as already mentioned, it was ghastly dust spots everywhere. Still, a couple of fun days out. Would have been better to see people, but people are off doing real world stuff, so we can't have everything, eh.

Apart from that, it's been a couple of funny days.... a certain lethargy strikes, the black dog'd be having a go if I didn't keep an eye out for that vicious bastard and have a big stick for his sole use. If I didn't know better, I'd suggest it's time to put the travelling boots on. I know I've got a trip south at the weekend, but that's not enough to fill my personal fuel tank. The thought of work is boring me rigid. Right now, I need the bike on the road, a catsitter in, and me staying up in the Dales to get my Yorkie fix; oh, and to have the next European trip planned, which it's not beyond the basic structure levels. As I type this opus, the humidity's right up, and there's a humdinger of a storm overhead terrifying the cat; which just points out that I can get weather like this in much nicer places; it's time to go to Slovenia again. And I'm not quite sure when I'm going to get out there. Which pleases me not one bit. Time to make things move, methinks.....