Piel Island, yesterday: a little island off the Cumbria coast... with a row of terraced houses, a castle and a pub. The pub's been closed for a while (), but it's due to open again next year )). To get a pint, you'll need to get the ferry (a guy in a little fishing boat). Now, that's my kind of pub...
While I was shooting yesterday, a guy from the nearby shipbuilding company (a huge, controversial concern, military submarines, hush-hush, etc) stopped me and asked why I was taking photographs. "Because I want to, that's why"...
Then yesterday evening, a policeman turns up at my shack, to ask some more questions. To his credit, he looked rather embarrassed... but what the hell's going on? I suggested that the photographers they might be concerned about are the ones they can't see... rather than the ones who stand around, camera on tripod, waiting for the light to get 'interesting'.
The policeman left, having asked a few more obvious questions, and me saying much the same thing. All very polite... but what a waste of time. He wasted even more time by getting his van stuck in the mud near my shack, and needing to be towed out by a 4x4...
While I was shooting yesterday, a guy from the nearby shipbuilding company (a huge, controversial concern, military submarines, hush-hush, etc) stopped me and asked why I was taking photographs. "Because I want to, that's why"...
Then yesterday evening, a policeman turns up at my shack, to ask some more questions. To his credit, he looked rather embarrassed... but what the hell's going on? I suggested that the photographers they might be concerned about are the ones they can't see... rather than the ones who stand around, camera on tripod, waiting for the light to get 'interesting'.
The policeman left, having asked a few more obvious questions, and me saying much the same thing. All very polite... but what a waste of time. He wasted even more time by getting his van stuck in the mud near my shack, and needing to be towed out by a 4x4...