I feel sorry for the local pilots who on their free days used to buzz around the skies in light aircraft photographing large houses. They would call on us with more-or-less useless aerial photographs of Hambleton Hall and try to sell them to us to cover their costs. Nowadays the drone man calls. He unpacks his futuristic toy from a small case and soon it joins the bees buzzing around our chimney pots with a spy camera hanging from a gimbal. The result reproduced above, reminds me that only Walter Marshall’s magnificent cedar trees prevent us from claiming a “lake view” for all of our rooms!