Two down and hateful weather

Sir Edmund Hilary and Sir John Harvey Jones in one day. That's a bit of a wrench. Don't know if anyone'd remember but JHJ did Tolly Cobbold brewery in hometown as part of his Troubleshooter series; they named their premium brew "Tollyshooter" in his honour and it's one of only two products he's ever endorsed, the second being the bloke that produced his ties. Still got a Tollyshooter repro tie in my wardrobe. By all accounts, a couple of top blokes.

But it's not been a top break. I'm sitting here with a great camera and a great lens waiting to go and inspire, and what have I got.... grey overcast. No point going to the local bases, it's Friday, those damned part timers will be off for pink gin in the officers mess after one flight. No point going to the bombing range, the light's not what I need to make the 500mm work, no point photographing landscapes, the light's all just flat and bleauugh! The weather's shite and my shed's missing a large chunk of it's roof covering as a result. More expense that I did not need. Into town in a moment to get chores done, and the weather's turned as I write to nasty, nasty, nasty. Colour me not pleased.

Stuff it, let's find something jolly to smile at. I must turn back to the weekend. Brandy Wharf. The home of cider fuelled headaches and then some. I was driving, but it was a recce trip for future heavy duty nastiness..... a chuckle was located....