Yeah they were after an image to use to show in briefing as aerial shots giving routes on / off an estate for peeps unfamiliar with the area.
Like google earth except up to date :-)
Typically they tell me they buzz around at 1500 feet dropping in low for the odd "bit of advice" or wrestling with offenders after the bloaty[1] cops weighted down by kit have passed the stage of being physically sick ;-)
As I'm told I have no depth perception the figures are meaningless. I prefer to judge the hight as hi, friggin high , too high to think about mechanics, so high it wouldn't matter but I'd be able to give a cracking commentary.
Lee
[1] I'm half way there! - When I joined I was a mere 11 1/2 stone and in good scraps was usually picked up and shaken around like a rag doll. These days at 14 stone I've a bit more ballast though rarely need to use it unless my desk draw is sticking. On one occassion I and a colleage were both lifted clean off our feet (in my 14 stone days) by a Gypsie bare knuckle boxer.... when my quick kuffs bounced off his wrists it was a moment of true reflection / life flashing before my eyes , followed by improvisation outside the manual of guidance and home office approved techniques for restraint... ahem. Oddly 4 hours later we gave him a lift back and shook hands after no complaint came from son (who's nose was 1 inch shorter and three inches wider thanks to his Dad) funny old job init!