Wednesday, 23 April 2014
The other evening we heard the sound of what must be a lawnmower but it's overhead, not on the ground. The pilot appears to be sitting in a sling with the engine right behind him and with the engine right behind him the noise must be deafening, it's noisy down here.
The wing looks a little like a much larger version of my kite but I do hope the aircraft isn't as aerodynamically twitchy and precarious as the kite.
He is pretty high here but it was the weekend so there are no F15s or Tornado jets charging through the sky; now that kind of meeting would be frightening. I'm sure that the turbulence behind one of those jets would send him down like Icarus and there doesn't seem to be a parachute or ejector seat as part of the equipment either.
Never mind, live dangerously and enjoy the view, it must be fantastic.
Tuesday, 22 April 2014
A slightly abstract view of that well known 'heritage' colour Norfolk Bog Door Blue, the colour in this instance is on a guard cover shielding the chain drive on a conveyor belt. It does look good though contrasting with the rusty corrugated iron and the white highlight.
The conveyor hasn't been used for years and although it's a mechanised implement it is from a different age in farming so, now, it's just another piece of farming equipment that has become redundant because of the march of time.
We've said before that Norfolk and probably most of England must have tons of scrap metal in the form of agricultural machinery just lying around wasting away.
Monday, 21 April 2014
The great yellowing that we mentioned a couple of weeks ago is now at its peak, acres and acres of fields are a brilliant acidic yellow. The cars have a dusting of yellow rapeseed pollen all over the bodywork and when the two terriers chase the pheasants and partridges through the rape they reappear with a dusting of pollen too.
This rape is going for seed and will be used for next years crop, it's growing a long way from any other rape thus avoiding the danger of cross fertilisation. Needless to say it will fetch a premium price.
It also stands six feet high in some places and the farmer said he hasn't seen it grow like this before, maybe top dressing the field with good old fashioned manure last year has made the difference.
Welcome to the big yellow.
Saturday, 19 April 2014
A couple of hours spent in pursuit of trout on a landscaped gravel pit where the water is as clear as London Dry Gin and after four hours, three trout were retained for gourmet purposes. A blue trout and a brown trout were returned along with four more rainbows. Six were lost too, all-in-all it was an exciting few hours with the trout feeding avidly on buzzers and the two size twelve buzzers that did the damage are pictured below.
The priest? Well for our non-fishing readers that's the instrument on the left above the reel and it is used for humanely administering the last rites to the fish you intend to keep.
Next week another expedition is planned but before then some fly tying is required.
Friday, 18 April 2014
Well that's a compromise that works very nicely for me and the Boss has had a truly busy morning making fresh bread and a cake.
There are the stages; rising with the cross cut in the top of the dough to keep evil and the devil out, followed by shaping the dough and then the finished loaves. The bread, made with locally sourced flour from Letheringsett Mill, should keep us, or at least me in toast for a day or two, and then there's the cake.
To be more precise it's a coffee cake made with good old-fashioned Camp Coffee and filled with a marscapone coffee cream filling, oh dear, I think I'm just going to have to force it down. We're sure that our farmer neighbour will offer to help too, well all that working on the land gives you an appetite.
With a cup of freshly brewed Tanzanian coffee or a pot of tea it will all go down a treat.
Thursday, 17 April 2014
Our friends from the 48th Fighter Wing, or the Liberty Wing, were roaring around the sky a week ago and giving us a few low(ish) passes, mind you they are never low enough as far as we are concerned.
We'd like a really proper low pass at about one thousand feet with the afterburners going and some real noise; then straight up to ten thousand feet. No doubt noise abatement and lots of other people would jam the switchboard at Lakenheath with their complaints but not us.
One of the two Jack Russells, Minnow, loves them and she chases the jets over the fields trying to catch them and comes back, having sent them on their way totally exhausted. No surprise there.
The sound of jet fuel being turned into noise is a constant part of the soundtrack in West Norfolk. Whether it's the Tornados from RAF Marham, the Typhoons from RAF Coningsby or the big USAF tankers, AWACs and transports from RAF Mildenhall but in our part of Fenland, the noise mainly comes from the 48th Fighter Wing based at Lakenheath.
You could say it's the sound of freedom, or liberty if you prefer.
Wednesday, 16 April 2014
Up in the sky of blue this strange cloud must be formed by the jet stream and looks like Cirrus, but despite the technicalities of cloud recognition it still looks as if somebody has run a comb through it. Heavenly artwork or hairstyling if you like up in the dome of the Fenland sky.
A touch of the Teddy Boy's hair in the sky perhaps but the quiff in the clouds is back to the nineteen fifties.
They do comb the manes and tails of horses when they are in the show ring so perhaps horses's tails really is quite an appropriate name for this cloud formation, but the fact is it's just another treat in the big skies of West Norfolk.