Flushed with success from mission one, I duck out of work again at lunch and prepare to not be so timid with the controls for flight 2.
Should I be adding this to the first post or is a second one ok?
Was that laughter from the shadowy corner? Na!
Drone charged and a change of scene trying to keep the demons of failed flight off my back but did not recon on the demon of over confidence.
This demon was stalking me last night as I took in tips on flying for effect and getting great shots. “The drone practically flies its self right!”, I thought.
Oh dear - the ground was way rougher and overgrown and getting a flat landing pad was a little awkward but the box sufficed.
I’m sure I heard a chuckle behind me.
I looked all around for dangers, trees yep, long grass, yep, bushes yep, wires, nope, fences, nope.
Well good enough, I have plenty of room….
Startup went smoothly, even the dance of the calibration Gods went off without incident and the drone was in the air humming in front of me having blown away the box packaging that I now had to go collect. - great.
So gently forward.
Arrgh! It was facing me this time, making me limbo out of the way. Still no one around, phew!
Swooping back and forward all good, flying close to the ground - thump. The demon of failed flights grabbed the drone with a lump of grass, silencing it.
The collection walk of shame was trudged, my ego dented and snickering from the tree line.
I sighed and returned to the start still not cowed by the event.
I tried again and this time cut some grass but the demon of failed flights ws not quick enough and the drone recovered not one but twice from his vegatative grasp.
The drone had a tendency to drift sideways and I had to correct for it. I still tried some circling moves and was perfect… around a completely uninteresting patch of grass and not my intended target. I needed practice, lots and lots of practice.
I stood there knowing what I needed to do, I was going to have to go higher. Checking the return to home was set at minimum distance and height. I moved the drone upwards, without issue. What a surprise.
I turned and lowered the camera to see me and moved the drone to nearly over me. I looked up and for a second could not see the drone!
It was there, just had to crane my neck further back to see it. My first positional mistake between drone and camera view. A very useful mini lesson learnt.
It was that easy to lose position. I dropped down and missed myself by many feet, the drone bobbing over the grass.
After recording a video and again failing to take a picture (that demon is the strong one again) I changed the control mode to mode 1 and had another go.
I stepped out of the way of the drone taking off - I did not need to be quite so close to it! And a terrible smell drifted up from the ground. I looked down and a dead bird’s corpse was lurking in the grass. I moved my position and unexpected hazard.
For some things it was easier but others it was harder. I was going to have to make a choice and stick with it. What about mode 3 or 4…. Na pick 1 or 2 and stick with that.
I tried following a foot path and was very quickly wavering wildly to keep in line with it getting perilously close to a bush, my initial thoughts were that the controls were overly sensitive as joysticks can be in computer games, it can’t be my lack of experience. Uh hu, right I said to myself!
I stopped the flight as the battery was getting low and shook hands with the Imp of little things not told about right at the beginning, that are soon corrected for after the first initial flights.
I nodded to the demon of failed flights, the score was 2,1 to him and we arranged to meet again for round 3. He walked off with the demon of over confidence sticking his tongue out at me as they disappeared back to their dimension.