One of the things we at Flight Productions value is that of experience. One of the concepts we like and talk about often is that of memory banks. Creativity is linked to the experiences we have had, and so to have more bizarre ones increase the wackiness of one’s ideas. And boy, was this bizarre.
Jess and I were camping for a conference given by an Australian couple we both hugely respect, one of whom is very creative with writing music and film and the other of whom is a psychologist who knows how to live with artists and what they need. The talks they lead are always incredible, and this year was no exception. Anyway, on the first night camping we were both unable to get a good nights sleep due to strong winds battering our tents. Jess had suggested pulling an all-nighter that night and I regretted not doing that, so said we should do it the following night, as it sounds more fun than trying to sleep again. We then decided to see if any others wanted to come, and managed to find someone else as mad as us, which was quite reassuring really. So against, all logic and reasoning, we left the campsite at 12 that night, intending not to return till the sun had risen.
We had no real plan of what to do, but to go for a walk and have a more interesting night than sleeping in our separate tents. We walked along the road until we found a public footpath until it turned to thistles, so we had to turn back. We tried another, which then appeared to lead back to the first, which lead us to retrace our steps again. Non-phased by our current lack of success, we continued along the road until we met a bridleway, which led to a rather attractive lake, which was unfortunately fenced off. We walked on for about 10 minutes until a footpath took us off the bridleway. We emerged from this onto a quiet estate, on the outskirts of Malvern, not too far from our campsite. We then made a decision to head towards the top of the Malvern hills, to the peak at Worcestershire point. Jess and I had climbed it in the day from a car park nearby, so we knew the route, and how it involved walking up a very steep hill with little protective railings. With agreements by all to take care, we decided that with two torches, organisation and courage we could manage it in the dark.
Using our sense of direction from earlier, we tried to work our way to the car park we had used previously. After the estate, we walked up a very steep one way street that led to the village at the feet of the hills. We said hello to a man who happened to be awake and was out on the balcony, who overheard our conversation ensuring our friend to take care as we did the difficult bit, but that it would be worth it, since the view was awesome. We thought it would be quite a good idea to watch the sun rise, as watching light fall on a view like that would be very impressive.
We reached the car park at about two, and headed up in single file, taking our time and watching our step all the way. After 25 minutes, we left the woods to emerge on the top of the ridge. With the peak a short walk away, we rested at the top to get our energy levels back, have a drink and admire what we had achieved. We thought nobody else would be mad enough to be up here at 3am, we were pretty insane to be here. To our surprise, within the next twenty minutes we saw another eight people up there!
As we set off again along the hills, we saw a number of lights appear far behind us, bobbing up and down. They seemed to be moving quite quickly, and we assumed them to be cyclists, thinking them quite crazy. However, as they got closer, we saw the lights moving up and down faster and coming towards us slower than cyclists normally would. Their motion was very rhythmic with all moving in time. I thought that due to their slow movement, they couldn’t be cyclists, and could be using a larger bike, such as a Penny farthing. Jess however half expected something like an elven procession, as they were so orderly to have an otherworldly quality. When they came close they were a group of six men and women power walking with head lamps attached to their foreheads. We greeted them, but got no response as they marched past us without a word.
Before we could recover from the fact that we were not the only ones on top of these hills, we saw someone else heading towards us from the opposite direction, that which we were heading in. It was 2 guys, and a motorbike that they had PUSHED up the hill! These were the guys we had seen earlier on the balcony, and were bored, so had decided to push their bike up here and ride it down, as he didn’t want to disturb the neighbours with the noise. We chatted for a bit about all sorts, that is just too random to explain. Topics included his hatred of David Cameron, him being given drugs against his will, partying with Ringo from the Beatles, a friend who stole a JCB to throw a double decker bus off a cliff, his marriage life, aliens and the wild black panther that was loose in the area. Jess’ instant response to the latter was that she was armed, but in her mind this was only with some snacks that we had packed for the journey; homemade cakes and Kit-Kat chunkies. However, he clearly didn’t realise this was the kind of weaponry Jess meant, as shortly after he made his excuses and left us.
After this, we couldn’t help laughing together at the sheer randomness of it all, and continued to the peak. We stopped for a break before we reached the top, as we had plenty of time and we knew it would be windy up there. We talked about the previous encounters and how we had all thought differently. We were quite amazed at the openness and uniqueness of our second encounter, especially when compared to the closed conformity of the first. We also discussed our expectation of what we thought the lights were, and decided that since we weren’t actually able to check their ears due to the dark, they must have been elves.
At 3.45am we arrived at the summit and the view was spectacular. The panorama was in gray-scale, with only street lights offering any colour. A searchlight was shining up in the sky for no apparent reason, and had been on all night, but only now realised what it was. Part of me had wondered if they were calling for Batman, but I imagine not. We also saw 2 towers of red lights, one on each side of the hills. One had been described to us as a TV transmission tower, while there was a toll bridge over the river Severn.
We stood around a monument at the top that showed a map of the surrounding panorama indicating what you could see. We couldn’t quite see all the way back to Bath, but it’s direction was shown. We stood there for a moment taking it all in and eating our Kit Kats, a sense of achievement running through all of us. It was a minor disappointment that they sky was actually quite cloudy near where the sun was due to rise. We were left with a tiny slit through which we had to try and spot the sun. As we waited to see a glimpse of the celestial body of the day, we saw the light fall on the view, bringing colour to the landscape. Our eyes were adjusting to seeing colour again, and amazed at the combination of street-lights and colourful daylight.
At half four, we decided to head back to the campsite, keen to not be late for breakfast before the conference began again. As we walked back in ever increasing levels of daylight, our friend saw the steepness of the difficult part of our route, and informed us that due to his mild vertigo, if he had known this was what lay ahead, he probably wouldn’t have done it. However, with no regrets, we continued down, and to our dismay, saw the sun come up at about 5, realising we had not missed the sunrise as previously feared. We continued back the way we had come, impressed with what we now saw in the daylight. Roads we had considered taking turned out to be nothing of the sort. On the descent of another hill, we saw a horse hovering before us, a swing for the school kids. When we reached the bridleway again, we were greeted by sheep that serenaded us as we walked along. A lamb or two were also joining it, leading us to dub them the Baa-Baa-shop quartet.
We arrived back at the campsite at just after half five, making wonderfully good time. We approached the gate but found the security guard was asleep in his car. We tried shaking the fence but to no avail, and had to resort to throwing things at his car to wake him. We then all showered and waited for everyone else to wake up so we could tell them of our adventures.
That morning we were all in quite a unrestrained state, and with much sleep deprivation, were in a very giggly mood, unable to take anything too seriously. We told the story to all our friends as they awoke, to many different reactions from wonder, to the indifference of those not fond of waking up early, to the confusion of “what are you on about?” In true storytelling style, the story grew, until Batman was saving us from elves on Penny Farthings who communicated with the sheep below by throwing chairs with Post-it notes attached.
We were all affected by the lack of sleep, and during the meeting that day, each one of us was prone to dropping off several times. When we arrived back home, Jess lay down for an hour nap, and didn’t get up for 15 hours, despite many attempts to wake her.
So, if you see a character in a film that pushes his bike up hills or about meeting elves in the night, then just check who did it, it may be a Flight Productions influence. We may chose to make more subtle references however, but stay tuned, this has inspired our creativity and the results will be even more bizarre than this. Look out for Sardis.