OK this story isn’t in any sense about this sort of blade – it’s about helicopter blades…..er well whole helicopters actually……er make that one helicopter in particular actually.

The helicopter in question has been acting scarily all day. It has been shining a spotlight on our field for most of the morning, then later on the house and all around our property. It wasn’t the police as far as we could see, but they were obviously looking for something and we were worried that:

a. we’d end up with a troop of paratroopers in the garden – see Colin, you’re right – it wasn’t a balmy idea!
b. We’d find ourselves the subject of a drugs bust – they might have been looking for dope in the greenhouse
c. There was a suspected criminal living in a disused mine tunnel under our field
d. They suspected that the camouflage tarp in the field was hiding missiles or something.

So, we were steeling ourselves for a raid then we thought “what if it’s like in James Bond – what if they open fire on us?”

Now we were scared. I grabbed my camera – the shots btw were so cack, I had to improvise for my story and DM grabbed binoculars. He got the licence plate and I shot a few pics with my camera.

Then the wonders of modern technology kicked in – we got onto the Civil Aviation Authority site, looked up the number of the helicopter, found the owner’s details then googled them, emailed them and asked what they were playing at. Pretty cool when you think about it.

The bloke emailed straight back (from his blackberry) telling us that the BBC had hired his ‘copter to do a mast survey. Ah now that explains it – he was only hovering over us to get a better look at the mast.

Or was he????!!!!!!

Last year, it was gorgeous gills!