West Country

The great west country saga began on Wednesday when I travelled up to Film Farm. The following day Charles charged batteries and sorted the gear which was duly piled up in the hall ready to go first thing Friday. And what a phenomenal pile it was too - all the usual paraphernalia PLUS the new microphone in a huge metal box, mike stand, the new 4 track digital surround sound recorder and miles of cables. Packing the car on this morning was reminiscent of 'how many policeman can one fit in a mini' and worthy of a Guinness record. Packed to the gunnels is no exaggeration but somehow or other I managed to leave space for the driver (MOI) and Charles' very long legs. The worst aspect of travelling with all the film gear is that we dare not leave the car, so coffee and lunch and other breaks have to be staggered. Six hours later we arrived in Dawlish (our base for the next 4 days), collected a wet suit (of which more anon) and booked in to our superb B&B, beautifully appointed, views of the sea, and, as it transpires, cooked breakfasts to die for. If ever you are in Dawlish, the Lammas Park House is the place to be.