We’ve been having our usual ‘fall of snow so the country grinds to a halt’ fun and games this week. As a professional photographer, I’m like a ‘Photographic Mountie’ in that I always get a photo of my man. Or woman. Or not, as in this case.
My assignment was to photograph the MD of an engineering company in Derbyshire yesterday. We arranged the time earlier this week. I battled through blizzards and left my car parked precariously in half a snowdrift, as despite it being a four wheel drive Jag, it struggled to get up the lane to the company’s offices, which was both uphill and covered in two feet of snow.
So as I was hiking up the hill, one of the firm’s Transit vans returned to base, took a flyer at the lane and ground to a skiddy halt five yards later. I left them, wheels spinning, determined to reach the top on time.
Halfway up the hill, I found a firm of four-wheel drive mechanics, grinning at my hike and also the large flatbed truck belonging to the firm I was photographing. That too, was stuck and didn’t look like it was going to get to London that night, as planned. They advised that we should all get ‘proper vehicles’ like their custom Range Rovers and the like. They pointed me in the direction of where I could find my MD.
Imagine my disappointment then when I got to the door of the office and found it padlocked shut.
A solitary fitter, the sum total of the company’s workforce that day, informed me that the boss wasn’t in today, he’d been snowed in back home at Sheffield. On phoning the chap, he was most apologetic, had forgotton about me, and bearing in mind he had spent the morning shutting down his various site operations in Lincoln and Birmingham, I could almost forgive him.
So I set off back, pausing only for a photograph from the fitter to prove I’d been there. On arriving back at the car, I got a call from a different client who had booked me for a financial dinner that evening in Nottingham. Called off due to snow and postponed to January.
Not n’ice’ news eh?
There’s a photograph of Nottingham surgeon Damian Bragg (28) who drives a Porsche with a personalised plate SU56EON (space missing) in tonight’s Nottingham Evening Post.
Having had several parking tickets whilst on photography assignments in Nottingham city since the wardens arrived, I have empathy with how Damien Bragg is feeling.
He was on duty during the night and ‘forgot to display’ his permit for which he pays just over £18 a month so was clamped.
It’s not an excuse that his registration looks like ‘surgeon’. He needs to put a space between SU56 and EON to be legal, he has ‘Vanity Plates’ fitted there, they are not road legal. He says: “My car is easily recognisable and I frequently park in this car park”
He said that “lives could have been put at risk” by the clamper’s actions.
Presumably it’s made clear that staff must display the permit like I have to display my parking ticket. One of my tickets was when my ticket had unbeknown to me, blown upside down as I closed the door!
He’s obviously doing well driving a Porsche at 28, so a £35 ‘reminder’ to display his permit in future won’t be too much hardship in my opinion.