After a dreadful, lost day that should have been at work, but wasn’t, a day of missed connections, misunderstandings and tension, I called a halt and headed for a cafe near Sutton. After tea, reflection and a few phone calls I headed home via the back lanes, hoping the countryside would lighten my still somewhat dark mood. It didn’t disappoint, but I also found something stunning, which took my breath away.
I’ve always admired people who work at heights, and have mentioned them several times on the blog. The skilled, confident and fearless people who maintain the National Grid transmission lines are especially fascinating to me. I’ve posted pictures over on my 365daysofbiking Tumblr journal over the passing months recording the works ongoing to recondition and re-cable the line between Ray Hall near Great Barr, the former Hams Hall switching compound and Drakelow, near Burton. Up until today, I’d only seen physical changes in the lines, not men actually at work. I stood and photographed these very relaxed chaps, working a hundred feet or so up for ages, spellbound.
The trance was only interrupted by some arsey landowner telling be to get off their farm track, which I’d walked up to get a better look. When I pointed out the guys working at height, they just didn’t get it. Some people just puzzle me.