Tuesday 29th January
The sun is out again!!!!
Yayyyyyyyyyy! So happy that basically I get three summers back to back. I definitely picked the right time of year to come here!!!
So today I had the day free as I was going on to my first night shift. HMS Edinburgh (the one that my friend from home who I bumped into in Stanley is on) is currently docked about 6 miles away from MPA. Our new met girl had been sat next a couple of people from the ship at the Burn's night dinner, and then we were chatting to the at the bar later. They had said that if we liked they would show us around the ship.
I had called up the night before, and our new met girl had rang this morning to confirm. Both Jake and James wanted to come too, as did our two visiting Met Office engineers.
We set off after lunch and spent about an hour on board. James was on the day shift, but the admin guy very kindly stood in for him for a couple of hours so that he could come with us. I saw my friend from home, but sadly he was too busy to join us for a cup of tea, so it was a brief hello.
It was quite interesting, a bit different to aeroplanes and helicopters at least! Nice to have a change of scene and get off base. It was, as I expected, very cramped on board. I don't know how people manage to do 6 months on board!!! Crazy...!
We were allowed to take pictures, but I'm a bit nervous of posting them here really.... eeek! Here's just one sneaky peak....
Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Day 75 and 76: Burn's night 1 and 2!
Friday 25th January, and Saturday 26th January
For once my sleep day (Friday) and day off (Saturday) coincide with a weekend. Sort of. More importantly - my evenings off work coincide with for Friday and Saturday night, and there are functions on. Yayyyy! The military have a long standing tradition of celebrating Burn's Night. I wasn't exaclty why at first, but just knew that they did. Strange... Because all available staff in both messes were required to cover both functions, they would have to have them on separate nights. So the Sergean't was scheduled for Friday, and the officer's a day later on Saturday.
James was working Friday night and Saturday night... The world's most sociable shift run...
I was always booked in all along to go to the officer's mess function on Saturday night, which was to be a formal black tie / mess dress dinner with speaches. My friend's in the sergeant's mess had invited me to their burn's night back in December, but I assumed the two events would clash and by the time I found out they were on separate nights it was all booked up.
I thought I would try my luck though, and on Friday morning I called my friend Jamie to see if there was a spare ticket, and was I will allowed to go (officers aren't normally allowed to functions in the sergeant's mess, but as I'm not actually someone's boss it was ok!!) A few hours later he called back to say my seat was confirmed and he would pick me up at 6.30pm.
We arrived at The Sergeant's Mess, and having been told by Jamie that it was a formal function, I turned up in a floor length dress with shoulders covered and my hair in a fancy up do. I needn't have bothered! Most of the men were barely even in lounge suits, and most had checked shirts and some didn't even have a regular tie on. Lots were in comedy tartan, and a few had made kilts out of camo gear (which actually looked pretty good!!) That may be formal to some of them, but I was the most overdressed there :(
Jamie took his duty of hosting me very seriously and insisted on buying all of my drinks and making sure I was ok! He's lovely. The dinner was absolutely lush - salmon starter, rare filet steak with haggis for main, and brownie and ice cream for desert. The speaches were amazing! The guy who had arranged the night (who played rugby for Newbury, and we worked out he probably played against James last year!) was also hosting, and did a speach after the main course. It was all about Robet Burns, and why we celebrate Burn's night, and why it is important to the military. It was all about Burns giving people an identity, and a sense of pride... I can't really remember it word for word, but it was really very good, and was very rousing, and he was a great public speaker. It was dotted with little jokes and personal bits about MPA and the military, and had a lot of banter about the RAF (he was army!). A couple more speaches came - one from a guy giving the "toast for the lassies" and one from a girl as a reply "toast to the laddies" And again they were great hand written speaches that rhymed.
Like most mess dining in nights there were rules, and if you broke them you had a fine. A friend of mine made the fatal error of leaving the table to go to the toilet. It was a two and a half hour session, with only a comfort break for ladies! Others I have been to have been longer, with no break, but it is the decision of the highest ranking person present. Anyway, when my friend returned, he found his seat and all his dinner and glasses had been moved to a table of his own, right in the middle of the room! (The room had been arranged in a horse show shape, so he was really on show!!) During the night, random people would recite some of Burn's poems, chosen only by nomination if you had something under you place mate, on under your seat or if the piper stopped behind you. (Oh yeah, there was a piper!!) My friend Jamie had been given "Love's red red rose" and he tried to do a Scottish accent, but sounded very Jamaican!!!! Oh well!!!!
There was more port and whiskey than I could drink, and gallons of wine. It was a really really good night!!
I only have one formal dress with me, so I had to wear the same on the next night..... Oh well! Only one person had seen me both nights! There were only three of us from the met office at the officers mess function, and the seating plan was deliberate in splitting everyone up. There were about 3 times as many people, and I fitted in just fine with the dress code! Because it is triservices and obviously lots of different squadrons, everyone's mess dress (posh military outfit!) was slightly different - not like at Wallop or ODiham where everyone was dressed the same. So that was great!
The evening was a lot tamer than I was expecting. The food was not as nice as the night before, but there was loads more people, and apparently that is usually the way - sergeant food better on functions. The speaches were again hand written, but it was a bit less jovial and the same person read readings of Robert Burn;s finest poems in between all the courses.
I was on shift the next morning so left at midnight, having had only one gin, feeling smug :)
For once my sleep day (Friday) and day off (Saturday) coincide with a weekend. Sort of. More importantly - my evenings off work coincide with for Friday and Saturday night, and there are functions on. Yayyyy! The military have a long standing tradition of celebrating Burn's Night. I wasn't exaclty why at first, but just knew that they did. Strange... Because all available staff in both messes were required to cover both functions, they would have to have them on separate nights. So the Sergean't was scheduled for Friday, and the officer's a day later on Saturday.
James was working Friday night and Saturday night... The world's most sociable shift run...
I was always booked in all along to go to the officer's mess function on Saturday night, which was to be a formal black tie / mess dress dinner with speaches. My friend's in the sergeant's mess had invited me to their burn's night back in December, but I assumed the two events would clash and by the time I found out they were on separate nights it was all booked up.
I thought I would try my luck though, and on Friday morning I called my friend Jamie to see if there was a spare ticket, and was I will allowed to go (officers aren't normally allowed to functions in the sergeant's mess, but as I'm not actually someone's boss it was ok!!) A few hours later he called back to say my seat was confirmed and he would pick me up at 6.30pm.
We arrived at The Sergeant's Mess, and having been told by Jamie that it was a formal function, I turned up in a floor length dress with shoulders covered and my hair in a fancy up do. I needn't have bothered! Most of the men were barely even in lounge suits, and most had checked shirts and some didn't even have a regular tie on. Lots were in comedy tartan, and a few had made kilts out of camo gear (which actually looked pretty good!!) That may be formal to some of them, but I was the most overdressed there :(
Jamie took his duty of hosting me very seriously and insisted on buying all of my drinks and making sure I was ok! He's lovely. The dinner was absolutely lush - salmon starter, rare filet steak with haggis for main, and brownie and ice cream for desert. The speaches were amazing! The guy who had arranged the night (who played rugby for Newbury, and we worked out he probably played against James last year!) was also hosting, and did a speach after the main course. It was all about Robet Burns, and why we celebrate Burn's night, and why it is important to the military. It was all about Burns giving people an identity, and a sense of pride... I can't really remember it word for word, but it was really very good, and was very rousing, and he was a great public speaker. It was dotted with little jokes and personal bits about MPA and the military, and had a lot of banter about the RAF (he was army!). A couple more speaches came - one from a guy giving the "toast for the lassies" and one from a girl as a reply "toast to the laddies" And again they were great hand written speaches that rhymed.
Like most mess dining in nights there were rules, and if you broke them you had a fine. A friend of mine made the fatal error of leaving the table to go to the toilet. It was a two and a half hour session, with only a comfort break for ladies! Others I have been to have been longer, with no break, but it is the decision of the highest ranking person present. Anyway, when my friend returned, he found his seat and all his dinner and glasses had been moved to a table of his own, right in the middle of the room! (The room had been arranged in a horse show shape, so he was really on show!!) During the night, random people would recite some of Burn's poems, chosen only by nomination if you had something under you place mate, on under your seat or if the piper stopped behind you. (Oh yeah, there was a piper!!) My friend Jamie had been given "Love's red red rose" and he tried to do a Scottish accent, but sounded very Jamaican!!!! Oh well!!!!
There was more port and whiskey than I could drink, and gallons of wine. It was a really really good night!!
I only have one formal dress with me, so I had to wear the same on the next night..... Oh well! Only one person had seen me both nights! There were only three of us from the met office at the officers mess function, and the seating plan was deliberate in splitting everyone up. There were about 3 times as many people, and I fitted in just fine with the dress code! Because it is triservices and obviously lots of different squadrons, everyone's mess dress (posh military outfit!) was slightly different - not like at Wallop or ODiham where everyone was dressed the same. So that was great!
The evening was a lot tamer than I was expecting. The food was not as nice as the night before, but there was loads more people, and apparently that is usually the way - sergeant food better on functions. The speaches were again hand written, but it was a bit less jovial and the same person read readings of Robert Burn;s finest poems in between all the courses.
I was on shift the next morning so left at midnight, having had only one gin, feeling smug :)
| My friend Archie, who hosted the evening |
| Burn's night in The Sergeant's Mess... |
| ...Burn's night in The Officer's Mess! |
Thursday, 24 January 2013
Day 72: M25 ring road
Tuesday 22nd January
Today was the 4th of out the 5 days off together that James and I have. Yayyy. Tuesdays are no fly days for Brintel, so we were unable to book our selves onto a helicopter trip. So I had booked ourselves a wagon for the day and thoguht we would just decide what to do when the day got here.
The forecast was pretty grim - after a beautiful weekend of temps well into the 20s, today was set to be foggy to start, then cloudy all day with outbreaks of rain. But the fog had lifted by the time we set off, and one or two breaks were already starting to form in the cloud. The great thing was that the wind was pretty much flat calm. Down here, 15KT feels like light winds and the beaufort scale just makes no sense here as it's always so windy. So it was actually a pretty great day.
We decided to drive around the ring road - known as the M25. I have included another map so you can see where it goes. It was about 150 miles (I think, I can't remember. Maybe more). There were places to stop off, but James thought he would rather make a day trip of the places like Bodie Bridge and San Carlos, Darwin and Goose Green, as I had already been. The drive was going to take about 4 hours anyway.
By the time we had got the wagon it was about 10am before we were "loaded up and truckin". We decided to go clockwise so that we would end up in Stanley, and could go surfing if it looked ok. We decided to make just one stop, at San Carlos for a little look around, and to have a cup of tea, but that was the only stop we had made. Abouth 2 hours in we came to a cross road which could have taken us to Cape Dolphin, but as you can see from the map it is quite far. We decided that another day we could do a special trip there - more penguins you see.
It was actually really nice to just drive around and to be off base, and the weather turned out to be pretty nice! The views were pretty and there were a few little settlements to drive through and look at.
We got to Stanley and went to get a "fake subway" from West Store. It was only about 3 o' clock, so we decided we would have time to go back to MPA, pick up whoever else was free, and to come back to Stanley for dinner and a few drinks. We phoned work and the girls were keen. (There are loads of girls here now, it's great!! James was going to be the only guy out tonight!) I was bought a recipe book for my birthday, from James' family, called "taste of the falklands" and the chef owns a restaurant called The Waterfront so we went there to book a table for dinner.
Some of the Brintel pilots had told James about a secret cove, just down from Surf Bay that was pretty good, so we went to check it out. Again it was a pretty white sandy beach which was deserted. James went in, and managed to catch quite a few waves, which was good. About 30 minutes later the fog started to roll back in, and we headed back to MPA to collect the girls.
We left MPA at around 7.30 so were a little late for our 8pm reservation, but they didn't mind. There was one other medium sized party and three single diners, so it was a little quiet. But we still had fun and made some ambiance of our own. I had two starters instead of a main - pumpkin ravioli and squid. It was lovely. Everyone else had lamb and they all said it was really really good - Jo said the best lamb she had ever had.
We then went into The Vic (which according to James is just like The Swan in Sidmouth) and had a drink in there before going back to MPA.
Good day :)


Today was the 4th of out the 5 days off together that James and I have. Yayyy. Tuesdays are no fly days for Brintel, so we were unable to book our selves onto a helicopter trip. So I had booked ourselves a wagon for the day and thoguht we would just decide what to do when the day got here.
The forecast was pretty grim - after a beautiful weekend of temps well into the 20s, today was set to be foggy to start, then cloudy all day with outbreaks of rain. But the fog had lifted by the time we set off, and one or two breaks were already starting to form in the cloud. The great thing was that the wind was pretty much flat calm. Down here, 15KT feels like light winds and the beaufort scale just makes no sense here as it's always so windy. So it was actually a pretty great day.
We decided to drive around the ring road - known as the M25. I have included another map so you can see where it goes. It was about 150 miles (I think, I can't remember. Maybe more). There were places to stop off, but James thought he would rather make a day trip of the places like Bodie Bridge and San Carlos, Darwin and Goose Green, as I had already been. The drive was going to take about 4 hours anyway.
By the time we had got the wagon it was about 10am before we were "loaded up and truckin". We decided to go clockwise so that we would end up in Stanley, and could go surfing if it looked ok. We decided to make just one stop, at San Carlos for a little look around, and to have a cup of tea, but that was the only stop we had made. Abouth 2 hours in we came to a cross road which could have taken us to Cape Dolphin, but as you can see from the map it is quite far. We decided that another day we could do a special trip there - more penguins you see.
It was actually really nice to just drive around and to be off base, and the weather turned out to be pretty nice! The views were pretty and there were a few little settlements to drive through and look at.
We got to Stanley and went to get a "fake subway" from West Store. It was only about 3 o' clock, so we decided we would have time to go back to MPA, pick up whoever else was free, and to come back to Stanley for dinner and a few drinks. We phoned work and the girls were keen. (There are loads of girls here now, it's great!! James was going to be the only guy out tonight!) I was bought a recipe book for my birthday, from James' family, called "taste of the falklands" and the chef owns a restaurant called The Waterfront so we went there to book a table for dinner.
Some of the Brintel pilots had told James about a secret cove, just down from Surf Bay that was pretty good, so we went to check it out. Again it was a pretty white sandy beach which was deserted. James went in, and managed to catch quite a few waves, which was good. About 30 minutes later the fog started to roll back in, and we headed back to MPA to collect the girls.
We left MPA at around 7.30 so were a little late for our 8pm reservation, but they didn't mind. There was one other medium sized party and three single diners, so it was a little quiet. But we still had fun and made some ambiance of our own. I had two starters instead of a main - pumpkin ravioli and squid. It was lovely. Everyone else had lamb and they all said it was really really good - Jo said the best lamb she had ever had.
We then went into The Vic (which according to James is just like The Swan in Sidmouth) and had a drink in there before going back to MPA.
Good day :)
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| To show the route we took |
| Misty fog lifting into stratus - one for the met fans. |
| eerie view from San Carlos - flat calm and loads of vultures... |
| One of the views along the way |
| Cows!! |
| Little bay round the corner from Surf Bay |
| Starting to turn foggy |
| very foggy! |
FROM JAMES - Sailing report MPA regatta
Wednesday 23rd January
I'll hand this one straight over to James, after my appaling attempt at a sailing report last week!!
Gull Pond Regatta, Falkland Islands Sailing Report
I'll hand this one straight over to James, after my appaling attempt at a sailing report last week!!
Gull Pond Regatta, Falkland Islands Sailing Report
Over the last few weeks there have been three attempts to hold Gull Pond Regatta – a regatta for the Military people that work at Mount Pleasant Complex, Falkland Islands. Sidmouth’s current and three time consecutive Regatta winner James Salter, of Sidmouth Sailing Club and the Met Office saw the advertisement, donned the most retro Longjohn in the kit shed and took on the RAF sailing team in a Pico Maxi Regatta.
Attempt one was blow out, 30 knotts gusting 40, with one gust of 42 knotts seen – that Severe Gale 9! Bit breezy but the small fleet of experienced sailors were not put off (although many were), and attempted one ‘inverted P’ course race. A bit off a messy start by all after screaming around pre-race. Even the Pico’s, normally a kid’s boat were pretty wild to handle. After making the windward mark before anyone else started James Salter won the race by a lap in a two lap race, despite putting it in twice gybing on the first lap, not one else finished 2 laps. Unfortunately due to the winds being a little extreme and only 1 proper finisher the race didn’t count, that made tearing apart hands to the point of bleeding on six fingers all the less worth it!
Attempt 2, it was still howling, 25 Knotts gusting 35-40 (gusting Gale Force 8). This time the race officer set a big triangle course to prevent too much gybing issues! This proved much more fun. Race 1 started with a good start by all, particularly James the Armourer (JtA) and Dean. The bear away proved challenging, Dean went over and JtA had trouble, Salter screamed off and took and instantly commanding lead. Salter took off downwind and pulled away from the fleet to win after two lap, Mark 2nd, Dean DSQ (didn’t got through the gate), JtA DNF . There were points where Salter was the only sailor upright, with everyone else displaying their bright yellow hulls. With bleeding hands, again, Salter went in the change a dodgy rudder and tape his hands up, with plenty of time to get back in the water before anyone else finished the race! Race 2, much the same, Salter lead start to finish, Mark finished, Dean had some real trouble and did not finish. James the Armourer didn’t make the start after a capsize pre-race. Turns out he managed to capsize and dig the top of his mast into a wreck on the bottom of the lake. Very stuck! So, at the end of day one it was decided by the race officer that 3 races were needed to constitute a series, and day 1 didn’t count. They wouldn’t give me the trophy despite turning up in the club house with my Sidmouth Sailing Club tie.
Day 3 of the one day Regatta and it felt like this really was more of a Series than a one off regatta. It was still 25 Knotts (Force 6) and gusting 35, forecast was to drop in the late evening, four more quick two lap races scheduled. Race 3 (1st of the day) was held on a good triangle course, a mostly even start, a short beat and the fleet were off down wind. Dean had the pick of the starts, but was soon shown how to sail downwind in a blow by Salter, who overtook on the gybe. Dean took a nose dive to take a look at the fishes, Mark, currently in 3rd had a mare at the wing mark and couldn’t turn for ages, James the Armourer may as well of left the boat in the shore and swam round he was capsizing so much, even with his sail reefed. Salter won again.
Race 4 was still windy, and Salter gave everyone a look in by trying to kill speed to time the start line and ended up with a massive nose dive, water up to the goose neck, helm hit the mast, fish say what’s going on and the race started. Mark had a belting start and lead for a lap. Dean on the hit list and was only 1 boat length up on Salter at the Leeward mark. Up the beat Salter’s Met knowledge paid off. He spotted a gusty shift and decided to head left up the middle of the lake, and break away from the pack. This paid off big time. Convincingly taking the lead form third place at the Leeward mark, very pleasing. Salter did enough on this first lap to go on a win the race, and was thinking he really should have acquired some gloves like the other guys – finger tape was a significance improvement.
Race 5 had a really competitive start, with a slight easing in the wind. Mark and Dean had a good battle up front from the start battling Salter down the first reach. Apparently Mark hasn’t done much racing and ‘Windward boat’ means nothing, he sailed straight into Salter, with no right of way and wouldn’t even get out of the way, let alone do any turns! This forced Mark, Salter, and Dean to go down the second very broad reach 3 a-Brest. The lack of rule knowledge then hampered Mark and he didn’t know to call water on the other two boats, and didn’t make the mark. Salter then progressed to overtake Dean with some upwind speed and won by a margin less than accustom to, less than a leg!
Race 6, the final race of the Series/Regatta, Salter had won the regatta and was in for a victory lap in some considerably lighter winds – only 10 Knots. This favoured James the Armourer who was much lighter, and finally took out the reef in his sail. It wasn’t enough. In a competitive race Dean won, after taking another great start, both James’s had a battle for 2 laps, but Salted managed to pip him up the last beat to take 2nd, and Mark struggled in the lighter winds and picked up a 4th.
Overall, Salter won with 5 points and six bleeding fingers, but a little disappointed not to clean up and discard a 1st place. Dean’s last race performance earn him second overall, Mark 3rd. James really struggled with the strong winds being a little light in stature, but showed great endeavour to keep finishing. Salter again donned the Sidmouth Sailing Club tie (and polo shirt) for prize giving and this time they gave him the Shied Trophy, winner! Big thanks to the race committee of Laurie and Dean, the Rescue boat team – Nick and the Other guy, and thanks for inviting me back to compete the series after winning the first few days!
Good Sailing
1
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2
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3
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4
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5
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6
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Total
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J Salter (Met)
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1
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1
|
1
|
1
|
1
|
2
|
5
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Mark
(Ariel’s guy)
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2
|
2
|
2
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3
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2
|
4
|
13
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Dean (Mark’s boss)
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DSQ
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DNF
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3
|
2
|
3
|
1
|
12
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James
(Armourer)
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DNF
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DNS
|
4
|
4
|
4
|
3
|
20
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Monday, 21 January 2013
Day 70: Beaches and barbeques
Sunday 20th January
It's really sunny!!! I'm finding it really hard to believe how cold and snowy it is back home. The meteorologist inside me knows that of course it is possible - we are on different hemispheres. But when I was sat outside at 9pm in just a vest top watching the sun set I just couldn't quite believe that everyone back home is all cold and snowed in.
So me Jo and Jayne all had a day off today (well, Jayne was going onto a night shift). We had the landrover too, so wanted thought we would head off into Stanley so Jo could get her souvenirs, and we would go to the beautiful Surf Bay.
We called in to the bosses house to get some oil for the car, and he suggested we have a BBQ round his later on. Yayyy.
It felt like a day on holiday, it was really strange! We got to Stanley and it was, as usual, pretty quiet. I can't work out why all the shops are closed on a Sunday. It's the one day that most MPA staff have off, yet they close up for the day?! Even the pub / restaurant we wanted to have sunday dinner at was closed. (It's the restaurant where the recipe book James' mum got me for my birthday comes from, so I really wanted to eat there!!) We decided that with the nice weather we should just get sandwiches and have them on the beach anyway.
The beach was the busiest I had ever seen it. There must have been about 15 or 20 people there maybe, so it actually felt like a mini holiday. It felt quite a lot cooler at the beach, and I dropped my sandwich on the sand too. Oh no :(
We left around 2.30 and went to the shop for BBQ stuff, and headed back to MPA. We collected James and went round to Simon's for a BBQ and a couple of drinks.







It's really sunny!!! I'm finding it really hard to believe how cold and snowy it is back home. The meteorologist inside me knows that of course it is possible - we are on different hemispheres. But when I was sat outside at 9pm in just a vest top watching the sun set I just couldn't quite believe that everyone back home is all cold and snowed in.
So me Jo and Jayne all had a day off today (well, Jayne was going onto a night shift). We had the landrover too, so wanted thought we would head off into Stanley so Jo could get her souvenirs, and we would go to the beautiful Surf Bay.
We called in to the bosses house to get some oil for the car, and he suggested we have a BBQ round his later on. Yayyy.
It felt like a day on holiday, it was really strange! We got to Stanley and it was, as usual, pretty quiet. I can't work out why all the shops are closed on a Sunday. It's the one day that most MPA staff have off, yet they close up for the day?! Even the pub / restaurant we wanted to have sunday dinner at was closed. (It's the restaurant where the recipe book James' mum got me for my birthday comes from, so I really wanted to eat there!!) We decided that with the nice weather we should just get sandwiches and have them on the beach anyway.
The beach was the busiest I had ever seen it. There must have been about 15 or 20 people there maybe, so it actually felt like a mini holiday. It felt quite a lot cooler at the beach, and I dropped my sandwich on the sand too. Oh no :(
We left around 2.30 and went to the shop for BBQ stuff, and headed back to MPA. We collected James and went round to Simon's for a BBQ and a couple of drinks.
Day 69: Pleasant Peak, again!
Saturday 19th January
Jake's here! Yay :) My work friend from Odiham. So that's nice.
It's really hot and sunny here again at the moment, a bit different to everything that's going on at home... Today was my sleep day, and Jake's day off, and James was going on to his first night shift. The boys were going to go to the gym but instead we decided to go for a wander on Pleaseant Peak. I had just got a new camera lens so was keen to go and try it out, but the boys laughed at me for being a geek and not actually going to the top of the peak at all...! Oh well.
I have some pretty funny pictures of the two boys, but for one reason or another I can't post them here yet... you will understand when you see them!!! (They're not rude, before you ask!!)
But for now, here are the boys, throwing rocks...

I borrowed the bosses tripod as well and tried out some HDR shots, but the files are about 30MB each so I can't upload them, and I've not quite perfected it yet so they look a bit rubbish. I'll show you when I get home I guess...
Also, I have taken up a rather random hobby as well!!! I tend to see something new once and get obsessed with it for a while. It started when Reid and David were still here and they were watching the darts. Then I started watching, and found it really exciting for some reason (?!) And after a couple of games in the Brintel Bar (helicopter people's private bar) I decided I needed my own set of darts :) James and Jake got a set too. So that was exciting. Check out how girly they are:

How girly are those darts hey!!!
Me Jayne and Jo have a day off so we're going to Stanley to enjoy the sunshine, forecasting 25 degrees tomorrow!!
Jake's here! Yay :) My work friend from Odiham. So that's nice.
It's really hot and sunny here again at the moment, a bit different to everything that's going on at home... Today was my sleep day, and Jake's day off, and James was going on to his first night shift. The boys were going to go to the gym but instead we decided to go for a wander on Pleaseant Peak. I had just got a new camera lens so was keen to go and try it out, but the boys laughed at me for being a geek and not actually going to the top of the peak at all...! Oh well.
I have some pretty funny pictures of the two boys, but for one reason or another I can't post them here yet... you will understand when you see them!!! (They're not rude, before you ask!!)
But for now, here are the boys, throwing rocks...
I borrowed the bosses tripod as well and tried out some HDR shots, but the files are about 30MB each so I can't upload them, and I've not quite perfected it yet so they look a bit rubbish. I'll show you when I get home I guess...
Also, I have taken up a rather random hobby as well!!! I tend to see something new once and get obsessed with it for a while. It started when Reid and David were still here and they were watching the darts. Then I started watching, and found it really exciting for some reason (?!) And after a couple of games in the Brintel Bar (helicopter people's private bar) I decided I needed my own set of darts :) James and Jake got a set too. So that was exciting. Check out how girly they are:
How girly are those darts hey!!!
Me Jayne and Jo have a day off so we're going to Stanley to enjoy the sunshine, forecasting 25 degrees tomorrow!!
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