As we arrived in Canterbury by train, the heavens opened and it was a quick dash into the nearby “Goods Yard” market created from an old railway goods shed. While Julie and my friends were busy looking at the contents of the stalls, my attention was focused on the building which fascinated me. I wasn’t the only one either as I noticed a pro photographer (at least he had professional camera gear) walking around taking shots as well. I had to smile as his assistant (who may have been his wife) looked bored out of her mind as she stood there holding his camera bag while he looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Later I got my chance to be a pro photographer myself (well almost). I was taking a shot along a barrel-vaulted soffit under an overhanging building when a couple of people walked under. A joke about saying cheese ensued and soon there were five of them around and I had offered to take their photo and email it to them when I got home. After the shot, as I shook hands with the gentleman he slipped a bank note into my hand and an uncomfortable minute then passed as I endeavoured to persuade him to take it back. Eventually my protestation that I was most definitely an amateur photographer won him over. It certainly put a smile on my face for the rest of our visit though.