In which I photograph best in the dark

The high street where I live has long had an empty shop on it.  It was briefly a printer, and I tried to encourage trade by going in there to have some postcards printed.  They said they could do it, no problem, but when I came back at 3pm a couple of days later with my image on a memory stick (having to climb the steep hill to get there from my road) they were closed.  Closed at 3 on a weekday afternoon!  Needless to say, a month or so later they were closed permanently and the shop shut again.

On Wednesday (in my exciting writerly life) I was walking to the corner shop to buy milk when I noticed that the shop was now occupied by a photographic studio.  It just so happened that I’d had three requests for signed photos that week, and no photo to give.  So I went in and booked a slot to have a promo photo taken.

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