Getting High

I dunno what it is... a head for heights, lofty ambitions or maybe I should have stayed in the cadets and been a pilot, but I have this thing for being high. No, not drunk, stoned or shit-faced, more of an "up on the roof" kinda urge ala "The Drifters"...

Then maybe having lived in a bungalow for the last 7 years it's the simple appreciation of getting a good vista...

...today, for the first time ever, I climbed up on the roof of my place and took in the view. Such simple pleasures. I can see Farnborough Hill, the highest point in Hampshire from here, built by Thomas Longman, the publisher, then home to Empress Eugénie (de Montijo) the wife of the exiled Napoleon III of France, who is buried in the crypt of St. Michaels Abbey here in Farnborough.

But that's not what I came up here for. The Farnborough Airshow is in full swing right now and, although my new camera is not here yet (I blame the French) I still wanted to take some photos. So I snapped away, dissappointed at the current image quality of roaring jets and frustrated that it has taken so long for lazy Parisians to despatch my much-needed digital SLR at a time when it is so desperately needed.

Unfortunately, even if the EOS 350D does arrive tomorrow, there will be no time to use it for aeronautic purposes over the weekend as I need to visit my seriously ill father in East Devon, who is now, thankfully, off the life support and needs his family about him. C'est la vie :)

Anyways, go climb, things look good from up there ;)