A bit o' flash

Dave and I had a splendid Boys Day Out today, a jaunt full of nerdiness concerning photographic lighting experiments, random conversations, an excellent lunch and time for an afternoon, toasted teacake for Dave with even a wheat-free flapjack for me.

It’s not every day I get to sit inside a Yew tree that’s a thousand years old. This one is in the churchyard at Saint Bartholomew’s, the parish church of Much Marcle. The trunk of this old timer is about thirty-one feet in girth, and there are nail holes still visible from where bygone parish notices were affixed.

It was as dark as a dark place inside, sheltered under a light-blocking canopy of lush green foliage, even though the sun was shining brightly in the graveyard behind. I pressed a small electronic flash gun into service, to see into the shadows, just for the fun of it.

Boys’ Toys are essential prerequisites for a fulfilling Boys’ Day Out.