On return from a course in Fareham my colleague kindly agreed to humour me with a couple of trig bags on the way home. After all, what's life if you can't teach a naval aviator the joy of concrete lumps on hills?
The first one we bagged was Fort Kilkicker. Stunning views across the Solent in the sun - a perfect day for trig hunting. What Andy hadn't quite realised, in agreeing to this, was that not only was he my chauffeur but also my photographer. It didn't take him long to get in the swing of it.
And a very impractically coloured coat for trig hunting.
The second one was just an easy find; which was just as well in light of my previous apparel comments.
Andy was starting to act like a pro lining up the trig, BM and plug for phots.
I suspect, however, that he'll be back to helicopter spotting rather than trig bagging before you know it.