An interview with one of the last of the Telegraph Pole Alignment Officers out on his patch somewhere in Wales.
It’s not good news, frankly. Insert final ending according to your own belief system – mine ends where this film does.
Anybody who knows me will know of my affection for this winding little B road traversing remote and rural Denbighshire. Not only the road, but the carefully placed Lucozade bottles along its length but mostly for its run of gorgeous olde telegraphe poles.
You’ll never guess what happened next !
We had exclusive access to all areas with 2 dslr cameras for this year’s air show. Rain was promised and delivered. This is what we made:
Does this smell like 1914?
Whispered breeze shakes sullen leaves
Fruit ripens, bursts
Powdered bees dance still to the sun.
But what is that on the east wind
Mister media mogul seen here during behind-the-scenes filming at Welshpool air show on Sunday.
1. Switching camera positions
2. Talking on the phone.
So what else?
3. Putting: one foot in front of the other in the style of walking
4. Digesting: a breakfast bowl of Happy Shopper muesli.
5. Thinking: “people know I hate using the phone so why do they keep bloody-well hassling me?”
6. Wishing: I’d gone for a wee when I had the chance.
(Thanks Brian Nicholas for the pic)
A film poem. Sanctuary and rebirth in a tub of water.
We sent a DJI Phantom 3 up to have a look at the roof. Just because we could.