Our current video runs out of steam so to speak, in November. Filming in November is not the greatest time of year so we are planning to have the next one shot during the summer, possibly even in June if good weather forecasts and available ‘windows of opportunity’ in a busy video maker’s schedule allow. One has to accept that June could be as grey and miserable as November can be sunny and warm, but never mind… At least there should be leaves on the trees.
Today our task was to begin a reconnoitre of places in the immediate vicinity that are important to our guests and to us and ought to appear, however fleetingly, in the video. The idea is we take photos which we send to Simon our video man to help him plan where and what he might film on the day. We also hoped that some of John’s best could end up in our Gallery.
We decided on Carsington Water first, then Tissington, and what a pleasant time we had in spite of the skies being grey and heavy and the light hopeless for a decent photograph. We walked and explored and did some research on the side about all the things one can now do at Carsington as well as riding, walking and cycling and bird watching.
At the Water Sports Centre one can take lessons in sailing, canoeing, kayaking and wind surfing, or, with proof of competence, hire the equipment and go out yourself. Power boating and fly fishing is also available (fly fishing only in certain areas and always from a boat, not the side). At the Sailing Club, if you have your own boat you can sail for from 60p a day, or so we understood.
After all this research and hard work we retired to the Mainsail Restaurant upstairs where we had an enormous bacon and sausage bap each as we looked over the sailing boats in the water, each bap the size of a small loaf but with a lightish, fluffy dough which meant they went down rather embarrassingly quickly!
Finally we discovered that there is now an RSPB shop in the courtyard where one can buy nesting boxes with small cameras already installed. We have been wishing we could see what is going on in our nesting box in the garden where a pair of blue tits is raising a family behind frustratingly closed doors. But that is another story, another blog post sometime soon…