Don't Tell Him Your Name, Pike!

It was the 1940’s War Weekend at Wansford, and I forsook my usual role of ticket inspector in order to carry out a secret assignment under cover.  Away went my TTI uniform and out came the pinstripe suit and trilby that would allow me to mingle with the crowds throughout the event.  Well, a man has to earn a crust, and with a supply of knocked off ration cards, petrol coupons, cigarettes and the finest line in ladies nylons from a source in the NAAFI, I had the opportunity to line my pockets with ill gotten gains through the black market.

As well as selling dodgy goods I was also recording the event through video and photos, for various outlets.  I began on Friday evening; this was the set-up period and everyone who arrived was greeted with entertainment in the form of a German Bier Keller night.  Karl’s Bavarian Brass provided the music and got the crowds going with thigh slapping ‘oompah’ music and singalong that seemed to create a good atmosphere.  I needed some video footage of this for the promoters of the music acts, so I wasn’t oompahing or thigh slapping myself, but it was fun to watch.

Saturday dawned after two hours sleep, as I’d popped into Spike’s studio on the way home for a quick meeting and didn’t leave until Sian had force-fed me an entire Princess cake.  Not that I took much forcing, and I hadn’t had any dinner …

My pre-dawn run to Wansford was promising with clear blue skies that pretty much lasted all day; a huge bonus for an outdoor photography event!  I took in one of Jayne’s full English breakfasts to set myself up for the day ahead before starting filming.  The café crew had outfitted themselves in dungarees as land girls; it was great to see everyone getting into the atmosphere of the occasion.

The railway was using two rakes of stock for the busy weekend; a British set of Mk1 coaches hauled by the 4F, plus the European rake with the Polish PKP tank loco.  This enabled a number of scenarios to be played out over the weekend as we could represent both home and occupied Europe.  I started off with a train journey on the Mk1’s; the train had plenty of 40’s era soldiers and civilians on board who could purchase my knocked off goods and then pose for pictures.  As the train neared Ferry Meadows a contingent of British soldiers came along checking the ID cards of passengers.  They came into my coach, and seemed to find an issue with a well-dressed man.  After some deliberation he was questioned before being manhandled into the Guard’s van.  On arrival at Peterborough he was found to be a spy after some ‘robust’ questioning on the platform, which created an interesting cameo scene!

I returned to Wansford for one of the highlights of the day; a fierce gun battle that recreated events that took place in the assault on Arnhem in 1944 as part of Operation Market Garden.  This event features in the film ‘A Bridge Too Far’; an extremely bloody and full frontal series of attacks by Allied Forces attempting to break through German lines and seize several strategic bridges over the Rhine.  I had a great vantage point of the battle – a benefit of working on the railway – and managed some good video clips of the intense battle.  I was better prepared after last year, and went for close ups of the action shot from a high vantage point. This enabled me to avoid filming 21st Century backgrounds and the audience as the aim of the film is to create an authentic atmosphere to the scene whenever possible.

Although I recalled how loud the gunshots and explosions were from last year, it still comes as shock when the battle gets going.  We had about 20 minutes of close up fighting as the allied soldiers attempted to take the railway yard but were driven back, slowly but surely, by the German forces.  The body count escalated on both sides and brought to home the reality of the war in sharp contrast to the various home front activities on display throughout the weekend.

With the battle over I resumed spivving and photographing cameo scenes around Wansford.  Performers were singing wartime songs on the platform, including Katie Spitfire and The Forces Sweethearts, and that provided a pleasant soundtrack to work with on the station.  Other activities included sales stands with clothing and memorabilia, wartime food in the café and various displays of vehicles, command posts, tank rides and a vintage bus service to Sacrewell Farm.

By now it was time to proceed to my next observation post – the signalbox.  The area around the River Nene rail bridge was now France, and the resistance had set up a plot to blow up the bridge as the train approached.  The small team laid charges, but were thwarted by a German patrol.  The train (the European set) was halted on the bridge, and as the troops on board alighted to see what was wrong they were ambushed by concealed allied troops.  All hell broke loose, and in the melee the resistance managed to detonate the explosives on the bridge.  Intense fighting took place under the smoke screen before the Germans regained control of the situation.

After the battle the soldiers could chill out in the traditional manner – go down the pub!  They had a special Routemaster bus laid on for them and were kind enough to welcome me onboard for a great set of photos (going out) and video on their return a couple of well-oiled hours later on!  Quite what the regulars at Wansford village made of a busload of armed troops turning up for a pint or two is not yet known …

The day didn’t end there by a long chalk; in the evening I was filming The Spitfire Ball; a real 1940’s dance with live performances from the excellent Katie Spitfire, Forces Sweethearts and compered by the witty cockney banter of Keith Cross.  During the interval, swing DJ ‘The Professor’ kept the music and dancing going with bomb songs and boogie-woogie music (it says here).  The show ended at 11pm with a firework display that I managed to catch – just!  My memory card ran out minutes before final burst, but never mind, I had plenty of material to get to work with.

So, back to Grantham for some much needed sleep.  I wish!  Before bedtime it was upload time for the video and photos that took ages to transfer across.  Then respond to the day’s banter about the event on Facebook … another late night!

Events on Sunday were broadly similar, but with an interesting and glamorous twist.  I brought Sian and Spike down for the day, and Sian looked absolutely stunning in her 40’s outfit.  In the true spirit of wartime make do and mend, she’d fashioned together her outfit from what was available the night before, added subtle accessories and borrowed a hat to set off the effect.  Using make up techniques and bright lipstick from the period, Sian turned heads and lenses all day long.  Although she wasn’t working as a model as such – it was her day off as she was keen to constantly remind me – we created some set pieces that we’d planned beforehand – and they worked brilliantly.  Naturally I wanted some sexy poses with the loco, and the all-important waving her lover off on the train as he went to war.

The battle scene in the yard followed as it had done on Saturday, before a first time event for the war weekend – Miss Peterborough 1940’s.  I’d been asked to officiate at the contest as photographer, and who’s going to turn down a job like that?  Sadly the compere didn’t turn up as planned, but it’s wartime and so the show must go on!  A stand in hastily took over, and the 11 ladies did their stuff and answered a couple of questions before I took their pictures and the next contestant came on.  

For the first time in my photographer’s life, I was actually nervous about my role!  It’s a daunting task taking official pictures for somebody else, because they have to be top-notch quality and I wanted to do the girls justice.  It wasn’t the contestants themselves who put me on edge – they were all charming girls.  The audience was also fine – what put me off was the bloody professional photographers with huge paparazzi lenses and grumpy faces who were clearly annoyed that I’d got this gig.  Most sat in the front row of the audience, and their under the breath comments and remarks didn’t exactly help as I tried to pose each girl and take a clear shot in low light.  I know this for a fact, because one of them was kind enough to tell me later on that he is the best re-enactment photographer around and has the biggest camera to prove it.  He travels all round the country photographing these events, and modestly assured me that his pictures were better than everyone else’s because … yadder, yadder, yadder.  I really needed that just before doing my first ever official gig, thanks a lot mate.  And why do you need a 1200mm zoom lens to photograph a girl standing less than 20 feet from the audience?  You could photograph every individual hair on her head with that – creepy…

Fortunately most of my pictures seem to be okay, which is a huge relief.  The group shots were tricky, as I had no idea what was happening.  The organiser kept adding various people into the group so that it got larger and larger, meaning that I had to arrange them to create an artistic group rather than the overcrowded tube train look that I started with.  We got there in the end, and it gave me a taste of what wedding photographers have to cope with!  They were lovely people to work with; I wish I could have had more time to create some really great group shots and portraits, preferably without the backchat from the audience as I mentioned.  

Sian had entered the contest, and although she sadly didn’t win, she enjoyed herself a lot and it gave her a new experience to try out.  She was the first girl to be called up and coped well with nerves as it’s not easy getting up in front of a marquee full of people.  I was really proud of her.  The judges couldn’t decide on a winner, so chose to split first place between two of the contestants, which I thought was very fair.  There was a cash first prize, but the highlight is to attend a 1940’s photoshoot at Duxford Air Museum in order to create a calendar.  And guess who’s been asked to do that job?  I hope to have more on that exciting opportunity in the future.

Time was not on our side at this point, however, as the bridge battle was about to commence and I had to free up the participants to go to war.  We watched from the signalbox although this time I was taking stills instead of video.  It meant shooting through glass, as some of the 39 – 45 Living History Society were filming through the open window and as I’d had it to myself on Saturday it was the chivalrous thing to do.  Despite this, I got some rather good shots in.

The end of the battle signalled the wind down of the weekend, and people began to pack up and drift away.  But there was still time for one last shoot.  Spike suggested that I get arrested by some Germans and create a scene of my own!  It was easy enough to find a patrol of soldiers, and as the station was nearly empty, we could film without interruption.  I boarded the European coaches and alighted from the last coach.  A German patrol demanded to see my papers and the contents of my suitcase.  They weren’t satisfied, so I was arrested at gunpoint and led down the platform with hands up while being barked at in German.  It attracted much attention from the remaining audience and Spike took a great set of pictures.

And there ended the day.  It was exhausting but great fun and the people were fantastic.  I have hundreds of pictures, and a huge thanks to everyone who posed for them.  People are used to being photographed at these events, but then they never get to see their photos unless they stumble across them by accident.  My approach is a simple one based on nothing more than good manners.  Ask people if they mind the picture being taken; create a scene and shoot.  I give them a card with the gallery address so they can view it as part of the set, and they can request a high-res copy by email.  Everyone I spoke to really appreciated this; most of them told me they never get to see their own photos, which is a pity given the amount of trouble they go to dress up and perform throughout the day.  A little bit of manners goes an awful long way in creating goodwill I have discovered.

The battle scenes and military displays were all created and performed by members of The 39 – 45 Living History Society.  It is important to explain that they do not in any way glorify war.  Re-enactments are well-researched events based on actual conflicts during World War 2, and bring to life in dramatic form the reality of armed combat in difficult circumstances.

Evening entertainment and the beauty Contest was provided by More Muzic, and featured Katy Spitfire; The Forces Sweethearts; Keith Cross and The Professor.  

The 1940’s Event will return to Wansford next year.  In the meantime, the photos will be posted to my Living History Gallery in due course, with video to follow.  Now I have to go and edit some pictures …

Out of Darkness Came Light

Following Wednesday’s events at the Nene Valley Railway as tour guide for the Peterborough Business Forum, I jumped into the car for the second, and very different, part of the day.  I headed to Nepenthe Recording Studios at Kings Cliffe, only a short drive from the NVR.  Here I would be meeting with a new model who wanted a photoshoot, and the studio is the perfect location for this.  The shoot was arranged by Sian, with whom I have had several fantastic shoots in the past, and Spike owns the recording studio.  It’s always pleasant to team up with these two and I was looking forward to the session.

Unfortunately the model didn’t turn up – not an unknown phenomenon in the modelling world.  Rather than waste the evening, Sian offered to stand in as model, and as our sessions are always great fun I readily accepted to shoot for a couple of hours.  Although my photographic skills are developing outdoors reasonably well, I need a lot of practise indoors to achieve the sort of quality that I aspire to.

We began with a simple selection of poses while I experimented with camera settings.  To make things more interesting, Spike discovered some old audiotapes – remember those?  He suggested that we break them up and liberally adorn Sian with several miles of spooled brown tape.  Then Sian could go into destructive mood – her favourite setting – and smash the bits up with a hammer for some action shots.  I eagerly set about destructing some tapes, hoping that Sian’s mum won’t mind sacrificing her Barry Manilow collection for the photos.  Once I’d emptied the 90-minute tape, I casually threw the lot to Sian.  At the time we had a fan running to keep the room cool, and guess what happened next?  Yes, the tape caught a blade and twisted itself around the spindle then kept going until the fan seized up.  Sorry, Spike.  Although Copacabana has never sounded so good, I must say.

Once the debris was extricated, Sian was decorated with bits of tape and the inner gubbins of the cassette.  Then I tried various pictures, some with Sian manically smashing up the remains with a hammer, followed by some languid relaxation poses as she reclined among the apocalypse of her actions.  It was a good set and great fun, although action shots in low light created something of a challenge, and I need to address this area.

After the destruction of the tapes, a more elegant set was called for.  Using the now repaired fan (thanks, Spike) we set about using pieces of old material that Sian could hold aloft and have blowing behind her in the breeze.  Sounds easy – until you try it.  Nevertheless, we got some good shots and a lot of hilarity in the process.

Then we had a break and hit a crisis.  Sian had run out of fags.  Being a perfect gent, I volunteered to run her up to the shop for replacements.  Sian gave directions, and whilst she excels at many things, a voiceover for Tom-Tom satnavs isn’t one of them.  “Turn left.  NOT NOW!  In a bit.  Later.  Yeah, go up there.   Keep going.  The shop’s on the left.  But not here.  Up a bit.”

Thankfully the roads were empty as I lurched along the lanes like a learner who’s had some happy mushrooms.  Eventually we arrived, got the fags and I suggested I turn round to go back.  

“No, no,” replied Sian-nav.  “I know a direct route.  I think.  Go down this road.  Turn left.”  

It was ‘No Entry.’  

“Oh, go right then.  It leads back home.  Apparently.”

“Apparently?”

“Umm.  Yeah, I think so.”

“Where do I go next?”

“Erm, turn left or right.”

“Right.”

“No, left.”

In this manner we did eventually arrive back at the studio, as much to Sian’s amazement as mine.

After a break and one of the best tasting cups of hot chocolate I’ve ever had, we went into creative mode.  Inspired and set up by Spike, we created a ‘light and dark’ set to create some very special effects.  Shooting was incredibly difficult in virtually no light at all, as the shutter speed had to be as high as possible so as to stop Sian from being blurred, yet low enough to capture the available light.  Nevertheless, the pictures that did work worked very well indeed, and this is an idea that we’re keen to develop.

By the time we finished, we were all shattered – and amazed to find that it was midnight!  So much for a quick couple of hours.  It was an absorbing session and I learned a lot about indoor photography that I can use to build on.  More than that, however, it was a lot of fun with some totally crazy moments that make this venture so enjoyable.


Once the pictures from these sets are processed I'll be adding them to my Fashion Modelling Gallery.

Martinis, Guns and Girls

The stunning country park at Ferry Meadows offers visitors a great deal of diverse family entertainment, making it the perfect destination for the recent bank holiday.  There's always lots of interesting things to see, but on Saturday afternoon several heads were turned at the sight of a gorgeous girl wearing a stunning Balenciaga evening dress and Manolos (posh shoes to the uninitiated) whilst toting an Ingram submachine gun, two Samurai swords and a Magnum – and no, I’m not talking ice cream here.  

Not that there was anything for the surprised visitors at Overton Lake to worry about; this wasn’t a cunning disguise by an Al Qaeda suicide bomber or even an attempt to bring order to the pitch and putt.  It was simply another Grumpy Git photoshoot with Model Sian on one of our inspired theme days.

Sian has previously worked with me on two full-day shoots and we’ve created nine diverse photo galleries for my portfolio as a result.  You’d think she’d have had enough of me by now; most people find 2 days with me 1½ days too much.  But she’s a glutton for punishment and accepted my offer for another shoot to be held at Ferry Meadows.  Spike would also be coming along as on the previous occasions; he makes a great ideas man and suggests some interesting poses that vary from unusual to 'take out a life insurance policy before attempting this idea.'

Prior to working on the guns and girls theme we’d started the day on a shoot based on a homage to the classic film The Railway Children.  This was a pet project of mine, involving Sian in period costume standing by the railway line and waving at a passing steam train, while all the passengers waved back.  Another scene I wanted to recreate was the landslide, featuring Sian running down the tracks towards the approaching train waving her red knickers as a warning to the driver.  For some reason the Nene Valley Railway management weren’t sold on this idea during a bank holiday weekend.

In the event the shoot didn’t go quite as planned.  Our timings didn’t coincide with the steam train, and instead we got a class 31 diesel with olive green Danish coaches that don’t have opening windows – thus preventing the sea of waving hands I’d hoped for.  So although the photos weren’t bad, they were too one dimensional to create the scene I required.  Sorry, Sian – we’ll have to re-shoot this one.  If nothing else the shoot provided the railway crews on the day with much amusement as I discovered when turning up for my Sunday duty.

Whilst waiting for the train in the area of Lynch Bridge we filled the time with some riverside photos of a country girl scene, which I’m pleased with.  On the opposite bank of the River Nene, a man was fishing from the embankment.  Spike came up with the brilliant idea of Sian holding her arm out and seeming to catch the fisherman in a pincer movement of her fingers, in a sort of Lilliputian style.  Amazing idea, but incredibly difficult to create in practise.  Sian lined up roughly in position, and then had to hold her arm out while I directed her just like Bob Monkhouse in The Golden Shot.  Left a bit .. down an inch … up a tad … right an inch.  What made it even more difficult was that Sian’s idea of an inch is very different to mine.  My idea of an inch is much smaller than her idea of an inch, which goes a long way to explain why I’ve always been greeted with so much disappointment in the bedroom over the years.  Nevertheless, after numerous attempts Sian was all lined up.  I pressed the shutter just as the daft bugger stood up.  So I hope he caught an old tyre and a Tesco trolley for his fish supper.

It was time for a change of location and new outfit, and more importantly, lunch at the café.  As we walked back I heard the unmistakable toot of the steam train’s whistle as it approached in the distance.  We were close to Lynch Wood overbridge at this point, so we legged it up the path – Sian still in her swirly skirt and heeled boots – and arrived just as the train was approaching.  There was no time for a composed shot; Spike simply lifted Sian up and unceremoniously dumped her onto the parapet while I snapped away.  Full credit to her for managing to compose herself into a pose, and the shots were really rather effective.  And you thought a model’s life was easy and glamorous!  Not on my shoots it isn’t…

And so to lunch.  Despite her petite and shapely frame, Sian put away a substantial tuna melt, a dessert and a piece of chocolate cake the size of Belgium.  She decided to leave her packet of biscuits ‘for later’.  I don’t know where she put it; Kate Moss doesn’t put that much away in a year.  Still, it was pleasant to work with someone who knows how to eat; I’d struggle with anyone who nibbles at a lettuce leaf and decides that they’re full up.

With lunch over, Sian got dressed into a particularly fetching dress I’ve seen in her portfolio, as it would look good in the freestyle shoot around the park I had planned for the afternoon.  First stop was at a strange sculpture that to my mind looks like a cactus on a huge golf ball.  Sian thought it resembled something entirely different, but then again, she’s worked on an Ann Summers show.  ‘Nuff said.  Spike came up with another wacky idea for a photo – Sian was sitting on a park bench and he suggested that I climb up and balance on the armrest and backrest, then shoot vertically downwards at the reclining Sian.  This took a lot of doing; I could barely balance and kept weaving back and forth and falling off; always trying to fall backwards because if I fell forwards I’d land on top of Sian.  Which I really don’t think she’d enjoy.  The second problem was that while I was doing my tellytubby balancing act, Sian kept bursting out laughing.  Eventually we cracked it, much to the amusement and amazement of a fairly large crowd who’d gathered to watch the proceedings.  It’s not often you see an old git straddling a young lady on a park bench under the shadow of a giant dildo.  You couldn’t make it up.

From there we moved rapidly to the small Lynch Lake, where Spike had an idea that rather un-nerved me, I must say.  There is a narrow wooden railing to stop people falling into the lake, and he suggested that Sian balance on this on all fours like a cat.  Do what?  The railing was a couple of inches wide, and it seemed impossible to me that she could possibly balance.  Nevertheless, Sian is a trooper and will try anything to give you a photo, so up she got with Spike’s assistance.  I got lined up; Spike moved out of shot and I took half a dozen pictures.  Then Spike moved in to catch her before she fell off.  Sian still managed a great pose despite the difficulties, and the picture is amazing.  I mention this here because to see her relaxed look and smile belies the effort that she put into getting the picture.  Talk about going the extra mile!

Although I had lots of plans for the afternoon, at that point I received a call from Captain Bob of Poshboatz to say that the weather was closing in.  This was significant because we had an evening shoot booked on the boat, but Bob recommended that we bring it forwards before the rain came.  Sound advice – so Sian went off to change for the centrepiece shoot of the day: Bond Girl!  I’d wanted to use Bob’s boat for a shoot since I first met Sian, but rather than the traditional bikini shoot I thought that the luxurious leather interior and distinctive shape of the craft would suit an elegant and glamorous theme instead.  Thus the Bond Girl idea was born; a fabulous gown and heels with Sian sipping Martinis and posing with guns whilst the boat cruised around the lake – fantastic!

Spike and Sian eagerly accepted this theme, and I’d brought along a dinky little ladies handgun as an accessory to pose with.  Then Spike opened the boot of his car and produced enough heavy artillery to start a war.  An Ingram submachine gun; Magnum 44 and two genuine four-foot long Samurai swords to be exact.  Sian got dressed into a beautiful flowing lilac dress, and toting her armoury made her way to the boat, emptying Ferry Meadows along the way as families dived for cover.

Bob took us out onto the lake for some gentle circuits, followed by two high-speed runs to create a fantastic wake for the photographs.  The high-speed runs look extremely impressive when viewed from the shore and may be seen in a promo video I made for Poshboatz last year, entitled The Fast and The Curious.  Then it was Sian’s turn to take the captain’s cap and take ‘control’ of the cruiser; albeit without power just in case!  After all, although I wanted a nautical theme I didn’t really want to remake Titanic.  Naturally Sian took this new role in her stride; after all, since working with me she’s driven steam locomotives, tractors and lorries, so a boat was the natural progression.  It’ll be planes next …

The final part of the shoot was Bond Girl with guns, a role which Sian seemed to relish a bit too enthusiastically.  If her bank manager annoys her then expect the Stamford branch of Natwest to disappear in hail of lead.  The gun pictures worked well and I’m pleased with them.  Once Sian had blown away every living organism off the face of the earth we set up the final scenes – the Martini shots.  This was pure relaxation, elegance and glamour.  I’d won some strange coloured wine in a raffle a few months ago; you know the sort of rubbish you could only ever win in a raffle and then give to your Aunty Lucy at Christmas.  Fortunately I hadn’t thrown it out or used it as brake fluid in the car, and decided that because of the orangey-pink colour it would make an ideal prop.  Well, it most certainly did that and no mistake, especially when it caught the light.  The downside, as Sian eloquently informed me, was that ‘it tastes like shit.’  Well, you can’t have everything.

The photos from the Poshboatz shoot were pretty stunning and I know that Sian is happy with them too; always an important personal consideration of mine.  Therefore we headed back to shore, with the plan being to continue the Bond theme on land to obtain complimentary photos to complete the set.  Unfortunately Bob’s weather forecast had been spot on, and within minutes a torrential downpour descended upon us.  Worse still, the café was now shut.  Most models would give up and go home at this stage, but Spike has his own recording studio near Wansford and they very kindly offered me the opportunity to use it as a studio for the rest of the day.

We drove on over to the studio, which presented me with an interesting opportunity.  I’ve never done studio work before, and my lighting kit consists of … er, nothing.  Still, the camera had flash so let’s give it a go.  We began with a gangster’s moll outfit from the prohibition era – Sian in a slinky red dress, trilby hat and wearing a belt that was an actually an ammunition belt from a machine gun.  To complete the effect, Sian sported a Kalashnikov.  You know, I’m sure these two go and blag banks or hijack planes at weekends.

From moll we worked back to the simple red dress and experimented with light, settings and poses.  It seemed strange at first under studio conditions as I’ve always worked in landscapes and concentrated on background as much as foreground for my images.  Nevertheless, it was interesting to try, and the advantage of a plain background is that it can be edited out and the subject placed on a new picture to create a scene like this:

After the red dress it was time for a new outfit; I suggested a simple skirt and top look for a change.  I’d seen a very fetching pale blue and black mesh bodice style top in Sian’s suitcase and suggested it as the top.  “No problem,” replied Sian.  “I’m wearing matching undies; will they do?”  Will they do?!!!  Can a duck swim …?

Needless to say I’ve not done an undies shoot before, but Sian is an experienced lingerie model and really enjoys the genre as it presents an opportunity for creative and exaggerated poses that work well in this context.  We worked on some ideas; then Sian performed a whole series of poses that altered each time I clicked the shutter to create a new look with every shot.  These worked well and in the future I’d certainly like to delve deeper into lingerie.  Oh come on, you know what I mean …

To round off the day Sian put on a wraparound sarong, and using various instruments from the studio I shot a set of musician photos.  These were not entirely staged as Sian is also a singer and has recorded the song Going Far that she co-wrote with Spike who created the music and recorded the song.  They are an imaginative and creative pair; at least when they’re not turning over local Post Offices with shotguns.  The studio experience was extremely useful and the pictures turned out better than I’d hoped for, especially considering the fact that I was relying entirely on flash and slow shutter speeds.

That was the shoot done; an exhausting but exhilarating day that I thoroughly enjoyed and Sian certainly seemed to have a lot of fun.  The three of us make a good team and we spent some time discussing new ideas for future projects together.  Sian has always liked my relaxed approach to shoots – start with a coffee and chat; have fun, enjoy it and exchange ideas along the way.  Some photographers want you in the door: get working, click, click, bye bye.  I prefer to spend some time getting to know whoever I’m working with; make them feel welcome, appreciated and above all remember that a model is still a person first and a model second.  But as I told Sian at one point during the Railway Children shoot, “I’m not a normal photographer.”  “No”, she replied ruefully.  “You’re not even a normal person.”  That’s the highest accolade I’ve ever been paid, a comment I truly treasure.

Photo sets from this shoot will be made available at my Gallery as they are produced.

Sincere thanks to ‘Captain’ Bob Currell of Poshboatz for the use of the boat for the Bond Girl scenes.

Many thanks also to Spike Nepenthe of Nepenthe Recording Studios for providing a studio at such short notice to enable completion of the shoot.

Finally, of course, thanks again to Model Sian who gave her all with endless enthusiasm and energy throughout the day once again.  Any photographer looking for a model should book her right now.

Lorries Who Lunch

One of the (few) pleasures of being a truck driver is that you can take a break whenever and wherever you choose.  At least, you can in a company that has an enlightened boss who hasn’t had the lorries fitted with GPS spy devices, and doesn’t question you too closely about how long it takes to do a particular job.  Fortunately I work for one such progressive employer who isn’t overly concerned about anything provided you can produce fuel receipts at regular intervals and get the job done.  Eventually.

Thus it was that I found myself on the semi-regular plod over to Rochdale this fine Bank Holiday Friday.  With only five cars to collect it was a job for my rigid Scania rather than the usual artic, which pleased me enormously.  On my trips over the M62 my curiosity has been piqued by a long abandoned factory of some description that is clearly visible from the crest of the hill as the motorway bypasses Halifax.  Although almost a mile distant, the building sits atop a hill, and a large brick chimney makes a perfect landmark.  I’ve been scouting for an abandoned industrial building for photography purposes, and this looked ideal.  But a closer inspection was required, particularly for the all important question of access.

As I made remarkable time on my way to Rochdale I decided to pop off the motorway and take a closer look.  This isn’t a good idea in an artic as you never know what you’re going to meet, or even if you can turn round when you get there.  With a rigid, this isn’t a problem.  Indeed, with the majority of my deliveries being to the fleshpots of Leicester at addresses you’d have difficulty getting a pedal bike into, I figured I could get in and out without too much difficulty.

I duly arrived at the site without problems, and discovered it was a long abandoned factory or mill of some description.  I was impressed to find that it had HGV access, so drove straight in without any problems.  Amazingly it hasn’t been fenced off and doesn’t have lots of patronising signs about derelict buildings being dangerous places – you don’t say.  There was even room to turn round and park up, which is an idea that I wish would catch on with our company sites.  I was therefore able to go off and take some snaps (I always carry a camera with me for just such an occasion).  The scene that greets you is total devastation.  Graffiti is everywhere, walls and ceilings have fallen in and out; piles of rubbish and rubble lie strewn around the yard and the corrugated iron that hasn’t already disintegrated flaps around in the wind and looks as though it will collapse at any moment.  It’s a bit like checking into a bed and breakfast in Byker.  The perfect place for a lorry driver’s lunch.

Despite this scene of annihilation, the view forwards couldn’t be more different.  The rolling moors of Saddleworth stretch westwards, whilst a beautifully restored old mill stands guard over the valley.  Quite a contrast of styles in such a small area.

With photos taken there was time for a cuppa before retracing my steps and heading off to Rochdale for my five cars, some of which even started on the key.  Then the long, slow trundle back to base in the Charge of the People Carrier Brigade (Bank Holiday Friday).  These occasions always bring out the lunatics who only ever usually shuttle between home – school – supermarket – home run, so proper roads totally throw them.  One extremely brave – but rather gormless – Volvo driver stopped in the outside lane of the A1 near Wentbridge to change a wheel and brought the road to a standstill as far back as Doncaster.  Ironically enough, just as this traffic jam ended another was beginning because a second Volvo – this time an estate – had also parked up in the outside lane and was making a phonecall as I passed him.  Probably asking the au pair if she’d switched the iron off.  This jam wasn’t quite as bad, but no time to clock it as I entered a southbound jam of my own.  This one was down to the outright winner of ‘Dick of The Day’ contest.  At Five Lanes End junction a woman (I’m saying nothing) had inexplicably driven her new pale green Toyota Avensis down the exit sliproad.  Daft, but not entirely unexpected.  What was more questionable was what she did next.  A 44 ton Volvo FH artic was proceeding up the narrow sliproad while Madame was coming down.  Probably on her phone, but the jury’s still out on that one.  Did she stop and think, ‘Hang on, this doesn’t look entirely tickety-boo to me.  Maybe I’ll stop and assess the situation.’  Er, no.  She tries to squeeze past and takes out the side of her car against the truck’s underframe.  As I said, outright winner of Dick of The Day Award.  Unless, of course, you know better …

I can't decide if this a road accident, or Saturday morning at Grantham Asda.

The Cruel Stream

Last weekend I mentioned in passing that I went down to Ferry Meadows in order to undertake a spot of summer photography and got drenched as the Peterborough monsoon season got underway.  Well, it couldn’t happen for a second consecutive weekend at the height of summer, so on Saturday I packed my camera bag and once again headed south down the A1.  The primary focus of this trip was to take pictures of Poshboatz luxury pontoon craft in action on the River Nene during a charter in the morning, followed by general lake cruises during the afternoon.  Some photos may be destined for publicity purposes, so blue skies; blue water and passengers in T-shirts and shorts were the order of the day to send out the right message.

Well, I’m sure nobody will be surprised to learn that blue was most definitely not the colour of the day.  The skies were grey, the water was dark grey and even the trees and grass were dull and lifeless.  The perfect scenario for filming the sinking of the Lusitania, but hardly the picture postcard conditions I fondly – and somewhat optimistically – had planned before the shoot.

Still, this is Britain and high summer, so taking boat trips in conditions similar to the North Atlantic convoys during November 1943 isn’t unusual.  The guests for the charter turned up with supplies of food and drink, and more importantly, duffle coats and umbrellas.  The boat duly departed across the lake whilst I got on a High Speed Pursuit Vehicle (HiSPV in today’s parlance I suppose) to pedal around the lake and take some photos.  The bike was essential, as I’d planned the route in conjunction with Captain Bob so that I could be at various prime locations ahead of the boat, get some shots and move on to the next spot.  The boat would travel at around 5 mph, so I needed to be getting 10 to 15 mph out of my HiSPV.  This sounds easy sitting here at a PC, but the reality is different.  I spend far too much time driving a truck and eating Jayne’s full English breakfasts at the NVR café to be concerned about things like exercise.  There’ll be plenty of time to worry about that when I drop dead.  However, I was pleased to find out that I could maintain the requisite speed for distances of – oh, around 50 yards.  Actually, the main problem wasn’t my fitness – or lack of it – the problem was congestion.  Cycling around Ferry Meadows entails a lot of stops and starts to avoid dogs, children and people who meander all over the pavements without any purpose other than to get in your way.  And when you finally get some speed up, you have to stop to open a gate that stands across the path.  How good is that?  What Ferry Meadows needs a is dual carriageway…

Nevertheless, I made it to my chosen locations on time at each point, as I’d chosen some of the most photogenic places for the shoot.  Bluebell Suspension Bridge and the delightful stone arched Milton Ferry Bridge were the prime locations, with other riverside spots to add some variety.  Some of these pictures weren’t too bad, but it was so dull that Captain Bob was using the headlights on the boat to find the way ahead, and probably radar as well.  The pictures at Lynch Bridge featured passengers with umbrellas – the ultimate Photoshop challenge!

Once the cruise was over it seemed unlikely that there would be any takers for afternoon boat trips, so while Bob tidied up the boat I decided to head around to nearby Orton Mere for a coffee and chat with Old Arkwright on the NVR station, and get a shot or two of the train.  That, of course, was when the sun almost decided to emerge from hibernation.  After photographing the train I hot-pedalled it back to Overton Lake to discover that Bob was now busy with boatloads of visitors taking lake cruises.  The sun naturally went for some more shut-eye at this point, but for the next hour there was a steady stream of customers for the boat who were anxious to relive the conditions of The Cruel Sea.  My intention had been to take some long distance scenic landscapes with the boat, but without infrared or radar this just didn’t work.  I also made a mess of some settings when trying to be a bit clever; I have subsequently discovered that in order to be clever you require some intelligence in the first place.  Recent removal of some wisdom teeth presumably has a lot to answer for …

Despite the generally poor photos, I did actually enjoy the day.  There’s always a buzz when on a shoot, and it was nice to see the boat in action again.  I learned quite a bit about the new camera which hopefully I can use to advantage in the future, because I have another shoot booked at Ferry Meadows next Saturday – yes, August Bank Holiday weekend!  People of Peterborough, prepare your brollies, galoshes and Pakamacs now – you have been warned…

And upon returning home this happened.  The next person who says, "Oh well, good for the garden" will be trying out the efficiency of their local NHS services.

View the Photo Gallery for this shoot.

A Ferry Wet Day

Having got soaked on Saturday morning following my trip to Yarwell, I dried out on the NVR train down to Ferry Meadows Country Park to continue with my photography.  Ferry Meadows is an ideal place to practise taking pictures; there is plenty of wildlife that can be observed close up, some fantastic landscapes, boats on the River Nene and watersports on Gunwade Lake, plus trains running through the park on the NVR to add to the variety of subjects.  What more could you possibly ask for?  Well, five minutes of dry weather would be nice, but you can’t have everything.

I left the train and strolled down to Overton Lake, where the local wildfowl was, as usual, hanging around outside the café waiting for visitors to throw some enticing titbits to them.  Swans, Canada Geese, ducks and moorhens are the most popular birds around these parts, all vying to get their beaks into scraps of bread or left over caramel slices.  This presented a number of photo opportunities for some close up portrait work and action shots as various birds landed in the water of the lake.

With a train due on the Nene Valley, I moved to Lynch Bridge for a different style of action photography, as D306 Atlantic Conveyor trundled by with a Peterborough – Wansford service.  Trains slow down to cross the bridge, affording good opportunities to line up a nice shot.

Then I was off to have a go at using zoom and filters on Gunwade Lake, where a flotilla of sailing dinghies were out.  At least these people didn’t seem to mind getting caught in the frequent showers, particularly one man who spent more time in the water beside his capsized craft than actually sailing it.

Further walking took me to the pretty stone arched Milton Ferry Bridge across the Nene at the north end of the park, where I turned to make my way along the river to Yacht Club level crossing, arriving just in time to get caught by yet another downpour.  I stayed put as the train could be heard leaving Ferry Meadows station, and managed to get a decent picture of sorts as it accelerated past me and headed for Orton Mere.  That was my day pretty much done, so I walked down to Orton myself in order to catch the return train to Wansford.  There was time for a chat with Old Arkwright and Nathan at Orton Station, before taking the train back to Wansford and heading for home.

Overall it was an interesting day, and the unpredictable and ever changing weather conditions presented a good range of conditions to try out the camera and see what it could do.  I’m due back at Ferry next week for another shoot, so here’s hoping for a day without having to resort to the plastic mac again!