Can you believe what I’m about to write here, a bloody drone! Yes a so called lost drone cruises through the sky above the Barbican as it makes its way to the Plymouth Theatre to join The Drone Orchestra, gotta laugh and swear here, you don’t need specsavers it’s an all singing all bells chiming fabulicious Drone Orchestra and no its not coming from Mars or the NSA.
Next your son or even your young lady will want one for Christmas hopefully instead of that bendy iPhone 6, hey they could even have a camera drone UAV’s are becoming more and more popular and more affordable as competition increases. You can get really inexpensive drone that have a camera and will take video or stills (closed your bedroom windows). These would be in the toy/trainer class, still will be the same price as that bendy phone.
Before we get snapped and zapped lets jump into a passing Limo and speed down to The Barbican I must say I have always loved this Elizabethan-Medieval area with its bars, coffee shops, rough edge and cosmopolitan touches –it overflows with history touch of class too, and when I think of the seafarers that have passed through here-well! Sir Francis Drake came straight to my blood vessels, a hardy rush and flush.
Now if you not asleep after that Drone attack and slinky smooth sea air of the Barbican then let’s go to the Gin Distillery in the Barbican I haven’t been for a while as it’s expensive but they do the best cocktails, obviously with gin in them, I must say I had a good one called ‘Seven Bells’ once a while back though.
My favorite thing about Plymouth besides those irritating flying drones is the water and the sky. I love it when its not raining as the mixture of blues shine through the sea, you can walk on the West Hoe and take a deep breath of the sea, breath in breath out relax you’re home now.