Wilts. With a little spare time between client visits on either side of Wiltshire, I decided to carry my Trip, Baldamatic and Spectra with me today. My first attempt at taking a photo didn’t bode well.  I spotted a scene on a hill: a mossy hangar in a moody sky.  I approached a fence with my Spectra cocked, ready to fire, when I was shouted at, summoned, soundly scolded and sent packing by a surly sentry who seriously suspected me of some sinister stimulus as to my scuttled snapping. Apparently it’s a little (read: a lot) illegal to take photos of M.O.D. installations.  Oops.  However, I slipped away, not sequestered.  A mile further on down the A342 I came across monkeys in a tree.  So, that, ah, made me smile. I made it to Devizes for lunch, my nerves still a little wrought after my  run in with the military!  But  quick scoot around the markets, some badinage with strangers and a guilty out-of-season-strawberry soon soothed the soul.  I was able to pop a few photos to finish the roll and found a really rather lovely man in a traditional camera, photo and film shop, who developed my roll in an hour and sent me on my way. [Queue: smiles, high fives, happy walking into sunset scene, someone pushes some playfully in the shoulder, soft focus, fade out, cut.]

Wilts.

With a little spare time between client visits on either side of Wiltshire, I decided to carry my Trip, Baldamatic and Spectra with me today.

My first attempt at taking a photo didn’t bode well.  I spotted a scene on a hill: a mossy hangar in a moody sky.  I approached a fence with my Spectra cocked, ready to fire, when I was shouted at, summoned, soundly scolded and sent packing by a surly sentry who seriously suspected me of some sinister stimulus as to my scuttled snapping.

Apparently it’s a little (read: a lot) illegal to take photos of M.O.D. installations.  Oops.  However, I slipped away, not sequestered.  A mile further on down the A342 I came across monkeys in a tree.  So, that, ah, made me smile.

I made it to Devizes for lunch, my nerves still a little wrought after my  run in with the military!  But  quick scoot around the markets, some badinage with strangers and a guilty out-of-season-strawberry soon soothed the soul.  I was able to pop a few photos to finish the roll and found a really rather lovely man in a traditional camera, photo and film shop, who developed my roll in an hour and sent me on my way.

[Queue: smiles, high fives, happy walking into sunset scene, someone pushes some playfully in the shoulder, soft focus, fade out, cut.]