Yesterday wasn’t a particularly good day weather wise – cold, windy, rainy. When the sun finally came out, I spent it larking around with my video camera that used to belong to my great friend Stan.
My plan was to film something of interest. Something mind blowing. ‘Who knows what lies on this part of the coast?’ I thought.
I found nothing. Winter in a bland seaside town in Western France. I may as well have been fishing for oysters on the moon.
I decided to look harder. ‘There must be something!’ I thought. ‘A bright red stuffed toy that’s been left by a distraught child after being told by the parents that Water World isn’t open in February. Nothing is open. Nothing!’
As I said in a post a few weeks ago. ‘Incredible what you can see when you want to.’ (Blogley 204.)
So by the end of my quiet and occasionally wet saunter up the coast, I had something to make my short film with.
(Music: Fog Lake – Little Black Balloon)