Thursday, 17 April 2014

F15s from the 48th

      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

Quiff cloud

      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.

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Terrier trading

      A truly wonderful poster from by Anders Osterlin for ABU the Swedish fishing tackle manufacturers and bought by the traditional barter method.
      A Terrier Book was traded with good old Andrews of Arcadia for this little wonder of the printers art, well that's one wonder for another really. Twelve colours plus a silver metallic as the base colour for gold and copper and printed brilliantly by Arbman.
      Framed, it hangs on the studio wall so that I can look up and think Pike, Perch or Zander. Or Bass or Mackerel and a multitude of other fish too, basically whatever inspires your imagination and there you are daydreaming of the waterside.
      The Boss says it's a great big coloured distraction from whatever I'm doing.
      If you're quick there may be one left.

Monday, 14 April 2014

Shine a light

      An old light at the end of a row of abandoned pig houses and, amazingly, it still works. The style looks just post-war but it must be a long time since it was used as a working light. Look at the amount of dead flies in the glass bowl, practically soup, but now it's yet another piece of unused equipment on a West Norfolk farm.
      That swan-neck is rather fine though, quite classy really and it reminds me of H.G. Wells'  War of the Worlds.
      No, we don't know why either.

Friday, 11 April 2014

Shades of yellow

      The springtime agricultural yellow and the more subtle hedgerow yellows are beginning to appear. Acres and acres of oilseed rape are changing the landscape with the acid yellow of the flowers, the patchwork of fields must be an amazing sight from the air on a clear day.
      On the dyke banks the Cowslips are blooming in a rather shy and reserved manner, perhaps because of the light ground frost.
      A few more sunny, warm days and one of the dyke sides where we walk the two terriers will, we know, be absolutely covered in them.
      Spring is here, now to watch for the first Swallows, Swifts and House Martins.

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Rust, red and NBDB

      Yet another piece of weathered art from West Norfolk featuring rust, red and our most favourite heritage paint colour, Norfolk Bog Door Blue. This marvellous work of modern art is in fact a diesel tank and it holds red diesel, of course.
      We can see this piece of work fetching a monstrous sum at some swanky London gallery or an even swankier London auction house.
      An opportunity for a touch of the 'Lovejoy', a bit of patter, the right client with a modern 'architect' designed house or flat and wallop, that's a lovely roll of readies in the back pocket and then you drive straight back to West Norfolk in the Morris Minor convertible and enjoy a pint of the local brew.
      At the moment we reckon that the diesel in the rust, red and NBDB tank is worth more than the exterior art work.
      That's the art world for you, fickle as ever.

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Early plum blossom

      The first blossom in the orchard has appeared on the early plum trees, Laxtons Early to be precise, and now we have to pray that we don't get a hard frost.
      The other natural element that causes damage is hail, as the blossom falls away and the fruit begin to form the immature plums are very vulnerable to the battering and subsequent bruising caused by hail. The trouble is that there always seems to be a hailstorm in May, so here's hoping for a hail free May. Meanwhile there's a hint of summer in the orchard with all the bees buzzing, busily pollinating the blossom.
      The Laxton's plums are small and very, very tasty, they make beautiful jam and jelly and if you eat too many of the irresistible little beauties whilst you are harvesting them they keep you running.
      Just what the doctor ordered, one of your five-a-day and plenty of exercise.