Mikron Film Moment
So, this was the scene just before I pulled myself out of the cold autumnal waters of the river Colne (or is it Redbrook Clough at this part?) above Marsden,. I was there with (luckily), my old, not-so-great camera in hand to document Mikron Theatre Company's new project - an interactive CD/DVD for schools related to life as it used to be on the canals .. including how the horses would cross the moors to rejoin the boats once they had gone through standedge tunnel.
Anyway - I took some photos of the crew and actors who were around for this particular scene (inclluding son Ronan who has a mani part). Then I crossd the old packhorse bridge (at Easter gate for the locals out there) , then I saw the chance to get a great shot up the valley with the crew in the foreground.
Then I stepped across the top of the little weir and crouched down, then I slipped on the frictionless algae that covers all the stones that span the river, then I found myself up to my chest in the surprisingly deep, unsurprisingly cold, rusty coloured water.
oh crap. add this moment to the other oh-crap-I'm-falling moments I have had over the years. Out of trees (documented by blog and flickr as the quest to get a really great shot of the dog amongst woodland bluebells), off a quayside wall in Cornwall (up to neck depth in briny water that time), down 900 feet (yep, tis true) of icy mountainside when I was a teen.
The camera is dead (except for the memory card thankfully) , the clothes now washed and dried and the little finger on my left hand really hurts. I'm only annoyed I couldn't get more photos. The actual watery mishap was really funny, I wouldn't recommend it, but it was funny.
check out Mikron here : www.mikron.org.uk/index.php
Anyway - I took some photos of the crew and actors who were around for this particular scene (inclluding son Ronan who has a mani part). Then I crossd the old packhorse bridge (at Easter gate for the locals out there) , then I saw the chance to get a great shot up the valley with the crew in the foreground.
Then I stepped across the top of the little weir and crouched down, then I slipped on the frictionless algae that covers all the stones that span the river, then I found myself up to my chest in the surprisingly deep, unsurprisingly cold, rusty coloured water.
oh crap. add this moment to the other oh-crap-I'm-falling moments I have had over the years. Out of trees (documented by blog and flickr as the quest to get a really great shot of the dog amongst woodland bluebells), off a quayside wall in Cornwall (up to neck depth in briny water that time), down 900 feet (yep, tis true) of icy mountainside when I was a teen.
The camera is dead (except for the memory card thankfully) , the clothes now washed and dried and the little finger on my left hand really hurts. I'm only annoyed I couldn't get more photos. The actual watery mishap was really funny, I wouldn't recommend it, but it was funny.
check out Mikron here : www.mikron.org.uk/index.php
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