Yes, you guessed right I was struck down by the lurgy that many seemed to have caught this season and missed a great weekend including the Slanket TSV!
It took longer than usual to shake off the bug, but it worked out that I had a week booked off for half term and that meant I didn't have to miss any more days from work and could rest up well.
Consequently I don't have a lot to report, as I didn't get up to much that I feel may interest you – sorry!
So continuing the OB theme, (see previous couple of blogs), I'll tell you about the time we took our cameras down to Poole harbour.
It was a lovely couple of days filming in Poole Old Town, Sandbanks, Corfe Castle and literally in the harbour itself. The producers wanted to show me in a variety of different scenarios, trying new skills, meeting experts and asking them questions and generally gaining knowledge in beautiful settings. Needles to say a couple of days hectic filming boiled down to around 60 seconds of promo and some lovely scenes unfortunately hit the cutting room floor.
I met up with the QVC crew at the beautiful ruins of Corfe Castle and we got some really great footage, then crossed the chain ferry back to Poole where we met some lobster fishermen – they were great guys who gave us a lot of their time, and the ship's dog was brilliant and had a habit of happily letting guests onto his boat but not letting them off – I suppose like a guard dog in reverse!
But he obviously realised I was a dog lover or just simply wanted me off the boat and let me pass (you can see him at the bottom of the pic at the top of this post). We then filmed in a lovely old sweet shop with hundreds of those nostalgic jars of sweets on shelves up to the ceiling – I remember an old shop like that as a kid.
Then the bit we'd all been waiting for after months of planning back at Q Towers – I was going to go windsurfing in Poole harbour.
There I was complete in my wetsuit, life jacket, harness and board. The director had planned an action shot of me carving through the waves, the mast bending, the sail as taut as my determined jaw – only to find the power of the pounding waves and the might of mast-breaking gale force winds combine to finally to conquer our hero who gallantly falls into the frothing surf!! Emerging with a winning smile and eager to re-join the fray and get back onto his board.
Well – best laid plans, etc!
That day Poole harbour resembled a mill pond from a Constable painting – a glass-like, unrippled surface greeted us, not a whiff of wind, not even a gentle breeze that may at least fill the sail.
What were we to do? I stood there on my windsurf board, for what seemed like hours – in the end I suggested that the instructors' should wade out to me and give me a push – honestly!
In the end, between barely disguised giggles from all, that's exactly what they did – they gave me a hefty push and I waited until they were out of shot then leapt backwards off the board, as if caught by a wave! We must have shot that scene about 10 times – in the end I was coughing up so much sea water I had to call it a day.
Later that evening we filmed a moody scene where I was dining with friends overlooking the beach from the famous Sandbanks Hotel. We compared wine whilst my lobsters were flambéed! Again we had to shoot the scene from numerous angles, and for every take Chas our soundman had to swig from his glass – but strangely he never complained. A true professional!
Another epic! Thanks for reading and stay well!