On the recommendations on my dad (the real one, not the dead one!) I just binge watched Rogue Heroes. I loved it, and, apparently, it was just what I needed after several months writing about cold places. 😉 It also took me back to my childhood, and my obsession with all things SAS. The one good thing my dead dad did was arrange for me to have a guided tour of Bradbury Lines, the SAS base in Hereford. It was 1984. I was eleven, and the base got it’s new name Stirling Lines in the same year. I walked around the base with my eyes on stalks, saw one of the desert Pink Panther vehicles, visited the captured weapons armoury and the amazing swimming pool with sides shaped like a submarine and a serious wave machine. It’s funny, we take photos all the time these days, but obviously I didn’t on the base, I don’t think I even owned a camera, but I can remember everything.
I was born in Hereford – spoiler alert: if you didn’t already know, I am not Danish. My parents knew a few SAS soldiers, and there are plenty of stories about bachelor parties, evenings out snatched between anti-terrorism ops, and even a bit of speech therapy. I remember playing with a few of their kids, and being terrified. It didn’t surprise me that those kids would later join the SAS.
I’m not nearly tough enough for that. I mean … just no.
But I had fun with putting together some 3D art. I’m still learning, but the inspiration is coming thick and fast! As for the jeep – yeah, I’m still fiddling with the jeep – but just had to include an image of the base model for reference. Wait? Should I be writing? 😉
Too much fun!