Three different realities of one Sunday morning.
An entertaining series of events happened this Sunday morning.
I had a prearranged appointment with a film crew from the Travel Channel, to film an interview for an upcoming episode of “mysteries in the museum “. The start time was to be 9.30am.
If they had turned up and commenced their work at that time then they would actually have been the very first film crew that I have ever had the pleasure of working with to be true to their plan. So I knew that 9.30am was only a holding time, a possible start point that in reality would never be when they intend to commence their filming.
Iam now totally happy with this actuality, and so was not at all put out when they rolled up at 10.30am, immediately explaining that before they were to start with me they would like to film a few establishing shots of the beach and the loch.
“Great, take your time, whenever your ready iam here”.
Whilst the crew of seven , plus two drivers set about rigging up their two professional looking cameras I continued to potter about my van in the usual manner.
It was a mighty windy morning, the loch was transformed from its often sedate self into a sea of white horses and spray, not what I would have hoped for the Travel Channel to witness, but that’s not my department, the loch will be as the loch wants to be, take it or leave it.
As I continued to potter a french man in a wetsuit poked his head in my already open van door….
“Excuse me misour, we wish to kite surf here , is it okay for us to do this?”
“Of course, feel free, the middle of the beach will give you easiest access to the water, less sharp rocks, steeper angle into the water, you should be fine half way along the beach.”
I had two reasons for offering this good advice, firstly it would be a much better experience for them not to have to stagger into the water immediately in front of my van ,where the angle is very shallow, and the rocks are indeed nightmarish on your feet, but also in the back of my mind I thought , well I doubt my film crew will appreciate you getting in their way.
There were two french kite surfers, they looked to me like father and son, but I will never know because I never got to speak to them again.
if I had the opportunity to speak to them I would have congratulated them on such a spectacular display of aerobatics.
I will never know if whilst they prepared their kit in the car park they became aware of the cameras, tripods, sound booms and associated paraphernalia that disgorged out of the backs of two blacked out people carriers… or whether it was pure coincidence that right in front of me, and my van, they preformed some of the most impressive acrobatics that I can remember seeing. They may well have felt egged on by the cameras ,now set up low on the shore, filming across the turbulent water. They could certainly see the camera crew, and as a passersby from the village commented to me, as we both watched on in jaw dropping admiration ,
…”is the camera crew with them?”
“No, their with me”
I like to think that the two french men put on the show of their lifetime, with just a little eye towards the apparently attentive film crew.
I was enthralled, I had my camera out, and took their display as a golden opportunity to practice photographing fast moving objects over water, an opportunity that in nearly three decades of watching this body of water I have rarely had. I can’t remember seeing kite surfers here before, and certainly I would have remembered if anyone ever reached the ridiculous Heights that these two reached!
An hour later, myself and my Travel Channel film crew had moved inside my van to film the interview.
Whilst the sound man miked me up, the lighting guy masked out some of the harsher pools of light coming in through my windows, and after the director had found happy positions for both the cameramen, all of which was carried out in an extremely relaxed, matter of fact way….unsurprising really considering the amount of occasions when they have set up for just such a shot in the past, theirs being a very long running show…apparently. I casually posed a question to the director,
“So, did you get any shots of that amazing display out there earlier?”
No! Absolutely not, they were in the way, they don’t quite fit with the image we are looking for for loch ness”
Why do I think of these chain of events as three different perspectives of the same morning?
Because I had an overwhelming feeling, different to either of theirs, that both activities, the kite surfers and the film crew, had been laid on for my mild entertainment.