Ade McCabe
Signs.
Point of Ayr Lighthouse, Talacre, North Wales.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=epbOHloSpZM
Having not messed up for some time I did it in spades on this evening. First I left my phone at home and I'm sad to say it made me realise just how much I've grown to depend on it. Just little things like planning to get a coffee from the McDonalds on the A55 and then following the Sat Nav from there down to Talacre.
Second I remembered to do everything before coming out except to put the battery back in my camera and my spare battery was on charge at home. Fortunately I had the other camera with me which I rarely do these days.
And thirdly I misread the sign on the car park and found myself locked in when I got back to the car. Couldn't find a pen to note the emergency number down that was on the locked gate and no phone to take a picture so had to memorise it.
There had been one other photographer up wind from me and he must've had the loudest beep for his timer I've ever heard and it was shot after shot of beep, beep, beep, beep, click. Five seconds later the same and this went on for 30 minutes+. There was also a lady walking her dog on the lead who kept shouting 'Oswald, Oswald, Oswald, come on boy, good boy, Oswald, Oswald, Oswald...'
He's on the bloody lead right next to you wtaf? then beep beep beep beep click.
So I still had those noises going around my head whilst repeating over and over the telephone number and deciding whether I could knock on someone's door at 10 O'clock at night. I decided against that instead opting for finding a late night dog walker on one of the many caravan parks. I finally found one and he kindly let me use his phone.
Security were fairly quick to be fair and when he arrived he slammed the car door and marched up to me with a very stern looking face and motioned for me to wind the window down.
"Under paragraph 3.1, sub section 2, directive 5 of the 1978 guidance laid out in the subsequent parliamentary act..." Oh shit, oh shit I'm going to have to pay a fixed penalty notice to be let out..... "I hereby inform you that unfortunately I'm unable to let you out unless you can provide me and the lads with Cornish pasties or at the bare minimum pork pies!"
Phew, what a guy:) An experience I don't wish to repeat!
HSS!
Signs.
Point of Ayr Lighthouse, Talacre, North Wales.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=epbOHloSpZM
Having not messed up for some time I did it in spades on this evening. First I left my phone at home and I'm sad to say it made me realise just how much I've grown to depend on it. Just little things like planning to get a coffee from the McDonalds on the A55 and then following the Sat Nav from there down to Talacre.
Second I remembered to do everything before coming out except to put the battery back in my camera and my spare battery was on charge at home. Fortunately I had the other camera with me which I rarely do these days.
And thirdly I misread the sign on the car park and found myself locked in when I got back to the car. Couldn't find a pen to note the emergency number down that was on the locked gate and no phone to take a picture so had to memorise it.
There had been one other photographer up wind from me and he must've had the loudest beep for his timer I've ever heard and it was shot after shot of beep, beep, beep, beep, click. Five seconds later the same and this went on for 30 minutes+. There was also a lady walking her dog on the lead who kept shouting 'Oswald, Oswald, Oswald, come on boy, good boy, Oswald, Oswald, Oswald...'
He's on the bloody lead right next to you wtaf? then beep beep beep beep click.
So I still had those noises going around my head whilst repeating over and over the telephone number and deciding whether I could knock on someone's door at 10 O'clock at night. I decided against that instead opting for finding a late night dog walker on one of the many caravan parks. I finally found one and he kindly let me use his phone.
Security were fairly quick to be fair and when he arrived he slammed the car door and marched up to me with a very stern looking face and motioned for me to wind the window down.
"Under paragraph 3.1, sub section 2, directive 5 of the 1978 guidance laid out in the subsequent parliamentary act..." Oh shit, oh shit I'm going to have to pay a fixed penalty notice to be let out..... "I hereby inform you that unfortunately I'm unable to let you out unless you can provide me and the lads with Cornish pasties or at the bare minimum pork pies!"
Phew, what a guy:) An experience I don't wish to repeat!
HSS!