I’m now shooting 8K. But why?

I filmed a load of great cities and a Spitfire (with custard legs), visited the wreckage of a World War 2 plane at Fynnon Lloer, met some Ukrainians in York, and read about Stalin’s War.

Barriers, cones, dilapidated buildings, new lenses, loads of rain, authoritarian taxi drivers, WW2 aircraft, dive-bombing birds, and Tom Jones.

To B (roll), or not to B (roll). That is the question. In June I flew a few drones, chased some storms, issued some new rider demands and measured some nettles.

40mph on bumpy grass with high-end cameras, filming the king and eating Calippos.

I decided to stick a Sony 200-600mm lens in a handheld gimbal, hide in the woods making videos that nobody watches, drive through some mud, visit Cambridge, and breathe garlic onto Lady Godiva.

I took a Formula 1 racing legend, Sir Jackie Stewart OBE, for a spin around Aintree Racecourse, and considered starting a cleaning company.

Feel the rhythm, feel the rhyme, get on up, it’s “George Orwell, 4 punctures, bratwurst, cold plunge, silly lens and tortoise” time…