Hey there, after reading yesterday's blog post, I realise that once I've had a little bit to drink (a jug and a half of cocktail and a shot of sambuca), my writing reverts itself to myself at primary school, desperately trying to structure a sentence together with a subject, an object and an adjective. Today was, as described, and as my primary school teacher told us never to use - nice. Becca headed home around lunch time after we'd watched the film 'Walk the line', a biographical drama film based around the life of country singer Johnny Cash and his crazy spiral from bottom of the pile salesman to drug addicted music legend, as you can tell, I love these kinds of films. I have just come through the door after standing for 20 minutes in the pouring rain to try and catch some of Deal's yearly fireworks. To cut a long story mercifully short, the fireworks last year and the year before have been shot from the same point, not far from my house, just on the seafront. Tonight, for some reason as the time slipped past the scheduled blast off, I looked to my left and in the semi-distance, there they were, bright flashes. The fireworks had moved along the coast. I wasn't too bothered because as I said, it was raining pretty horridly and I convinced myself that I had gotten a good shot of the fairground in the night time. Upon looking back at these photos, it seems that the lights of the ferris wheel are either out of focus or there seems to be some rain on the lens - something hard to avoid when setting the shutter speed to thirty seconds. Oh well, live and learn. Tomorrow is my next shift with the Heart Angels, the last Luna Cinema showing, Leeds castle this time.
Until tomorrow
Will :)
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