Sure enough, at 13.50, I could hear the distinctive noise of rotors whirring in the sky and within minutes I was no longer alone on my little island. With everything in place we were pretty much set for our shoot, aside from one tiny little matter – the weather.
Overhead much of the high cloud had broken up, but in turn had made way for thick low cloud to sweep in from out to sea. Darn it! There seemed to be one huge funnel of cloud stretching for miles out, heading all the way to the mainland and right over our heads.
Our pilot, Ian Ditchforth, was super patient with me while I procrastinated what to do next. For the next half hour I spent most of the time looking upwards looking for some sort of break in the clouds. Finally a pocket of blue sky opened up and without further ado it was game on at last. I’ll hand things over to Sean O’Brien here for his side of the story down on the water.