Onward then to what became the third part of Wednesday’s photo epic. And this is where it all started to go downhill.
Finally reaching Bedford’s town centre once more the camera gets stowed away, and once again I find myself firmly ensconced in the familiar surroundings of The Bear.
Now regular visitors to this little blog of mine (yep, I like to kid myself I do have regular visitors) will be well aware of the equation “me + Bear + mate at Bear = photos”. That is, the taking thereof.
But this Wednesday past? Huh. Somehow it looked like it wasn’t going to happen.
No new fittings; no new angles that we could find; even the flowers hadn’t been replaced! And frankly inspiration, or just interest, was almost completely lacking. Mate didn’t even manage to get his camera out! Oh, what times are these that we should find ourselves so lacking in the pic-taking urge.
Admittedly at one point, when mate and I had wandered into the back yard for a quick fag, he did point out to me some rather tasty sunbeams bouncing off the wall and even penetrating into the inner depths of the bar.
Just so my visit there wouldn’t be a complete washout picwise the camera gets hauled out once more and a few shots fired. The results of which I actually quite like, but oh so few!
And the tale hasn’t yet ended…