If you were watching the Jubilee concert yesterday, you will have seen that at the culmination of the evening, HRH took a large crystal, shaped inevitably like a diamond, and like an octogenarian Bond villain, inserted into a podium where it spiralled downwards to active her weapon of world domination. In reality it was a particularly ostentatious means of lighting a flaming beacon, the final flame in a chain of over four thousand that had travelled around the globe.
In Sunderland there was an attempt to echo the events of the Mall; the cliff tops at Roker played host to a day of entertainment before culminating in the ignition of their beacon and a fireworks display, which though impressive paled into insignificance when compared to the pyrotechnics playing out over Buckingham Palace.
Here in Whitburn, things were more restrained. Another beacon was lit, witnessed by a car park full of interested parties, and accompanied by a lone bagpiper. In yesterday’s breeze the basket was soon ablaze, providing an opportunity to create some interesting worm-like spark trails with a timed exposure. The ferocity of the flame soon consumed the fuel and the event was over after I’d managed to capture no more than a dozen frames or so.
After the Thames Pageant on Saturday, and the concert yesterday, today seemed quiet by comparison. Taking my daughter Holly to work we were delayed in an unlikely fashion. A skittish horse was at the traffic lights, and was frisky enough to cause the taxi driver following to maintain a generous distance. So generous in fact that his vehicle wasn’t close enough to trigger a change in the lights, so we waited in vain for a green light. Eventually he seemed to understand the problem, and negotiated with the rider to give him a clear berth as he drew alongside her.
Hearing a noise behind me I thought I might be in luck, but it was the unpredictable equine once more. I wasn’t getting too close with my camera, and watching horse and rider progress along the water line I was happy with my decision. Even the tiny waves in the breaking surf were startling the beast, though they were no more than a few inches high.
Returning to my car and I found a man sitting on the fence alongside it. From a cast list of only one, he had to be my subject for today, which sounds a bit like desperation but not a bit of it. I really like the resulting picture. Thanks Ken.
*Must have been having a Joss Whedon moment!
- UK & World News: Britain goes bonkers for Jubilee as the big weekend kicks off (dailyrecord.co.uk)