I worked hard yesterday to free myself up to “break eggs with sticks” today (as my mother-in-law would say), and yet come this morning it just didn’t materialise. My get up and go had certainly got up and gone!
I planned to put that right this afternoon by cycling into town to shoot some images at the parade marking the visit of HMS Ocean to the Port of Sunderland. I formatted a memory card, packed the camera into a small bag (I’ve discovered over the last couple of days how uncomfortable a quick release plate is when sticking in your back) and gave myself time to thread my way through the throng of sun worshippers along the sea front. With the wind at my back I made it into town 15 minutes before the parade was due to start, and so had time to recce a good spot for pictures.
As I fastened my bike to a roadside barrier, I struck up a conversation with Tom, a Londoner by birth who had lived in the North East for the last four years, having been persuaded by his wife to get away from it all (she is local). Naturally I thought he’d made a good picture and so with his agreement I raised the lens, got him into focus, pressed the shutter release and… nothing. Nada. Zip. The battery, which was showing 3 bars when last checked was completely dead. What was worse was because I wanted to travel light on the bike I didn’t have my usual spares.
No point waiting for a parade that you can’t photograph so I hopped back onto the bike and headed for home, this time with the wind against me of course. A few miles later and I was there, ruefully inserting a new battery and wondering about today’s image. Shame about Tom.
I decided to jump in my car and head for the end of the Wear Bridge, on of my usual haunts for finding interesting portraits. There were few people about so I headed over the river and back into town, seeing the warship dwarfing the buildings of the university campus downstream. Checking my watch, I realised that I might still see some of the parade; they were due to attend a Service of Remembrance at the war memorial, so I might still catch them marching somewhere in town.
As luck would have it, the service was still underway and I made it back almost to my original spot. There across the road was Tom and his wife (sorry I didn’t get your name!) so I got my portrait too.
I’ve put a gallery together today, showing just a few of those taking part. Last year they saw action off the coast of Libya, this year, in common with all of the armed forces the threats come from cuts imposed in Whitehall. They were applauded as they passed through the town. Rightly so.
Not sure who the woman with the newly coiffed red hair is, but she reminded me of the younger sister of a girl I really fancied… when I was 11! Enjoy the slide show.
- Near miss as HMS Ocean squeezes through Thames Barrier (independent.co.uk)