Leica

Sun!

The problem with having a humungous head is that if someone offers you a small helmet (stoppit) you will have to politely decline. In doing so you may miss the opportunity of riding a Kevil’s BMW café racer up the hill past Hay Tor on the first sunny day since Richard the Third parked his Astra in Leicester.

Yes, Kev assumed I would be travelling light on the GS, but no, I had brought the full compliment: Nikons, Leicas, reflectors and most of the Manfrotto timeline. So we ended up with two bikes a car, a T5, a trailer and a shuttle service up and down the hill.

Anyway, it sunned, on the bikes, the early morning dog-walkers, the woman in pink on a horse, the PCSO who stopped to say hello and latterly the ice-cream man.

Afterwards we went to The Hound of the Basket Meals and ate dogs.

Quote of the day? (Kev) “I didn’t know this was here” (Dartmoor)

Kevil’s at the Rio Paignton

A quick (GS) trip down to Paignton on a bright but chilly winter’s morning leave one finger tonally different to the others and a severe possibility that the planned photo shoot may have started from a transit at the side of the A380.

Two naughty boys strapped to the trailer and ready to go to the beach only the dog walkers ready to spoil surprisingly good conditions. Yep: the Leica, Kev with the Lastolite, Ally with the coffee, the man with the mate in America, the Doberman, the Alsation, the boy with his mum, the boy with the wave board, the man who had to take a call and the annoyed lady who is always annoyed.

Sorted.