You know what I consider to be a rude awakening? The Tornado GR6 Fighter Jet
. Whilst the great British countryside is a great British place to do wild camping, it's not a great place to try camp when the RAF are practicing (Which, for the record, occurs regularly on a Tuesday at 1000).
Honestly it's called the Tornado but it sounds like a thunderstorm, just louder.
Haven been awoken from my slumber in what can only be described as a panic, once I was assured that this was just an aeroplane and not - indeed - the end of the world, I grabbed my camera and attempted to take a picture. Attempted being to operative word. Time for a game I like to call 'Spot the harbinger of missiles and general destructive power'
I should point out, during over-land operations, the tornado is permitted to travel at over 1000ft but just below Mach 1. This means that taking a picture is exceptionally difficult due to it being so low and fast. You also can't hear it until it's over you, which makes preempting the shot very difficult.
Pause now to give a special thanks to Lekisceon
for this wonderful piece of art gifted to me:
Which, I have to admit, looks every bit as badass as I like! there's also a hunter done in the style of left 4 dead. I for one prefer my facial hair to be blood free, though .
Moving on from that, I have been out walking, with patchy cell service and CB radio to rely on for internet (and, truth be told, still am doing the walking bit. I've finally reached a place I can pinch someone's wifi
), so if I've missed any of your skype, steam, or DA messages, I've not been ignoring you deliberately
Going back to my earlier topic of aeroplanes, one of the other things I stumbled upon was just that...
I stumbled upon the wreckage of a downed transport plane. I'm not sure what the exact make or model it, but it looks pretty old and the majority of it looks like it was removed for investigation a long time ago. A solitary wooden cross lies next to an engine turbine disk to mark what I presume must have been a life lost.
I have to admit, stumbling across an aircraft wreckage is kind-of eerie. It's already incredibly quiet, but spotting something like this out of nowhere somehow makes it quieter. It was just a glint in my eyes which caught my attention but as I got closer, the wind noise died down and there was an overbearing silence. It was because all of the pieces had settled in a small dip which concealed it from the wind, but still. In the middle of nowhere, the last remains of something once great are just... well... there.
In the middle of nowhere on a mountainside.
Anyways, a few days afterwards, I reached the coast, and it left me with a really really somber gift...
This is the moon
, reflected on the ocean.
I don't think that this image really conveys how awe-some the sight is. I set the shutter speed to 30 seconds, it was this bright. I set it to one tenth of a second, I got this (the one to the right).
'twas a truly amazing sight, and if you ever get to witness a blood-moon, I for one hope it's over the coast. It was just amazing and really does make me realize that, even if one has yet to find purpose, they can still find sights as amazing as this.