The sound of cheap tyres desperately trying to stop on gravel gave way to total silence as I walked down the roadside with my camera to snap Black Mount living up to its name against a glorious night sky. I was tired, it had been a long trek over the past couple of days, but how could I drive past this? This kinda thing is why I’m miles from home and not in the pub or sitting scratching my arse in front of the telly after all.
Whaaaammmm!!! A Tornado jet fired past me heading north. Missed it, too slow. But, they hunt in pairs and I waited for the next one. Still, being ready and getting a good photie are two different things.
Whaaaammmm!!! These bastards are fast. I bet they had the kettle on and their feet up while I was still stuck behind that bloody mini-van with the droopy suspension on its left side that I caught up on Loch Lomond-side.