H’ppy Birthday Dad
My Dad has a birthday today — he has reached the grand age of sixty four. I went over to the farm to see Mum & Dad and they seemed in good form. I bought Dad a copy of the Dartmoor Edition of the Tolkien Maps — similar to the Yorkshire Dales version I treated myself to the other month. He seems to like it.
Dad has great memories of Dartmoor — he worked there during his time at college and really enjoyed his time whilst over there. There is mention of the place he worked on the map.
When I came home to the flat, Kathryn was there having given it a bit of a Spring Clean — I am a pig most of the time and I don’t really pull my weight around the house. She is amazingly kind to me and I love her to bits. Her parents did quite a cool job packing so much Awesome in to such a small package.
When I go home I set up the MixPre 6 with a JrF Contact mic. I slid the mic between the snow and my metal fire escape and recorded the sound below — it goes on for a while but you can hear the “Crackle” of the melting snow and the plinky plonk goodness of the water droplets condensing and forming drops, dropping down and hitting the Stainless Steel fire escape. I am amazed that the JrF Contact Mic managed to pick up the Blackbird. Maybe the whole fire escape acted as some sort of parabola?