So there I am, 10ft off the ground, on my hands and knees precariously perched on a ladder across a perspex roof with aluminium frame. I was attempting to finally mend and seal-in the panels that blew out in the storm some month before.
“Quick!” I shout to the missus. “Take some photos -if I fall through they could be great.”
Off she goes and strolls back some time later to snap snap snap.
“Make sure you zoom-out to show the context,” I said, “so you can see the EXTREME danger I’m in!”
(I may have been slightly exaggerating in this, although only slightly.)
Snap snap snap.
“Maybe take one from over there,” I pointed, trying to ensure the best location was covered in case of an accident. Every cloud has a silver lining an’ all that -plus it’d be nice to show future generations the final images of their grandfather.
“Are you getting the perspective?”
“YES!” she snapped.
It wasn’t the camera this time. She had had enough.
Finally, after spending a few hours trying to wash/ brush/ scrape Tec7 sillicone off my hands I was able to sit down to examine the results.
47 photos she took, of which this is the best one:
Here I am squirting in the sillicone.
Pardon me for posing in this one. Cheese!
So there you have it.
Tough work, but I’m glad we had someone on hand to document the day. 🙂