This week’s turning out to be fun and exhausting. Not exhausting in the same way that a coal miner would use the term but, you know, relatively.
I’ve been spending each day photographing some great names from the book world for the Bridport Literary Festival (and getting in to hear them talk for free). All going well; all a bit of a rush job. I had a chat with the author Margaret Drabble and said to her that I reckoned that, in the end, we’re all the same. She remained quite quiet for a while and so I got on with a few more portraits but then said that she thought I was probably right.
I don’t half talk rubbish sometimes.
Also this week (today in fact) there was a meeting with Tricia Hawkins of the Bridport Community Orchard group to start the ball rolling on their up-coming exhibition at the Bridport Arts Centre in January. It involved coffee of course.
Then there’s enquiries about doing a photographic document about the trials and tribulations of two local stone carvers. One of whom designs typefaces for Adobe and lectures thereon.
Finally and most importantly, it was my eldest son’s seventh birthday this week.
It’s all going on this week in Bridport.
And here’s a rare portrait of me (looking gormless) by my lovely wife: