Historic moment losts

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

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Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

Pride come before a fall doesn’t it. Well in my case it was last Sunday afternoon.

Last weekend. That’s the 12^th to 13^th if your counting was national Windmill day, and each years the nations radio hams, like to set up shop alongside these bloody great things and sort of talk to each other.. 

You know the sort of thing… “Hello Upminster… Mountnessing here. What’s your windmill looking like.”

 

“Oh hello comes the reply… ours is sort of big, painted black and white with four sails. See it for miles. How’s yours.”

 

Now comes the tricky bit as the Mountnessing radio ham transmits back. “Very much like yours really old boy… bye for now.”   All a bit boring but they could be wasting their time watching some footy game so lets not knock them too much..   

 

So to celebrate this activity I got my mate Fred who’s call sign is G2SVK into the studio along with his transmitter to call up Mountnessing for a chat.. The first time this had been done on the wireless..

 

I have to report that this bid for an historic first was doomed to failure. For not a peep came for the ham radio… however we did get an e-mail from a radio ham in Chelmsford to say we were 5 and 9 (ham speak for high quality) on FM 98 in his home town. Which whilst very nice was not the sort of report we wanted – think he rather lost the plot there.

 

Interestingly Fred and I had driven up to High Easter to another Windmill—and guess what, Phoenix FM was coming in loud and clear right across Essex up toward Stanstead. Mind your our listeners in these parts tended to be black headed sheep and whole lot of oil seed rape fields. To say nothing of the drivers of those four by four trucks racing round the lanes.

 

Still the fact that it late afternoon, it was raining and the Mountnessing mob had been speeding the weekend sitting in a very wet tent, might have tempted them to say to hell with it and opt for the warmth of their home fires..

 

Still we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.  

till we’ll have another shot sometime in the future. Only as I told Fred, “next time we’ll cheat a bit and have a few lads nearby with ham radio set’s in their cars to call it. After all we should be able to get a signal into the shopping centres car park.