The quest continues.....

Picture the scene of a beautiful day somewhere in Felixstowe. Perhaps your walking your dog along the beach, eating a sandwich while sat on big a rock, or making out with your partner. The sun is beginning to set and its all quite lovely. Suddenly the silence is broken by a string of loud Northern vulgarities from some bald twit with a big camera. He lays straddled between the wet slimy green rocks, his camera held aloft, cursing and shouting things like 'Stupid Green Rocks', and 'I hate the fecking sea side.'
Photography trips rarely go to plan (mine anyway) but yesterdays was a bit of a doosey, it has to be said. After my little fall (the truth be told I slipped and fell three times after ignoring all the signs) I made my way along Felixstowe's quaint little sea front drenched in the glorious blue twilight with my lime green stained pants and scuffed head until I came to a wonderful looking shop selling candy floss and sweeties. The pinky interior gave way to a beautiful contrast against the 'Doyle Blue' sky and so I approached the shop keeper and told him I planned to take a picture. 'No Problem, be my guest' he replied and I quickly set up my camera. Imagine my delight as the shutters started to come down and the lights were turned off just as I was about to insert a dark slide. I could only imagine the shop keeper doing a little dance and saying, "I bet that was the idiot who was shouting and falling around on those rocks.."
I then made my way to the sandy beach in the hope of doing Doyle style pier in the twilight type thing before the light faded. I had to work quick, but had spotted a scene I rather liked earlier and so with my busy hands was soon ready to release the shutter. Then Harry arrived, a man of small stature who looked as if he was at least a hundred years old. His aim was to stand in front of my camera and ask me lots of questions so I couldn't make my image. Such a nice little man I felt obliged to chitty chat with him and hear his stories of when he was a wee boy living by the sea. I knew straight away my day was now finished and all I would have to show was a couple of pictures of green slimy rocks.
Such things may seem quite trivial to the casual onlooker, but to a photographer trying to make his way, these mishaps are a real arse.
I bid you adjure.