A series of blastings and filming them. Not all good ‘blasts’, not all worth filming but somewhere in the middle…
The quarry manager calls them ‘shot blasts’.
Stood waiting for a blast, the siren blaring, I ask what the holes surrounding us are. ‘They’re the shot blast holes’ – at this point I realise I can’t see where everyone else is and for a tiny moment I panic – the walkie talkie crackles – ‘yes, ready to blast’. We watch the side of an artificial cliff opposite collapse. They are next Monday’s holes ready for profiling. The mounds remind me of pale eastern spices or salt. Next Monday they will be gone and I will have filmed it.
