Upon our return we spied this lovely church in the village of Tetbury. It was extremely well lit and I spent at least 40 minutes taking various shots.
It was a truly magical moment, for whilst taking these images, as a backdrop was the most beautiful music accompanied by ethereal voices. The sheer pleasure of photography coupled with the enchanting music meant for a most memorable experience:
So I am in the graveyard, very happy with my own company and the job in hand when one of the side doors to the church opens and a strangely attired character steps out and after a while makes his way toward me.
He was a small man as wide as he was tall. I thought (due to his beret) perhaps he was French. We discuss photography and he says how much he likes to shoot black and white on film and asks if I'm in "B" mode? I cannot think of what to say to this as my chosen medium is digital and didn't have a clue what he meant, and rather bluntly said as much. He was an amiable enough chap. I heard quite alot of his life story in little more than six minutes. His previous wife had died, he plays (steel/metal ones, cannot recall the name) the drums in the orchestra, travels the world and his most recent wife divorced him because she very rarely saw him, leaving him incredulous as he said "She knew what I did when she met me". A lull in the conversation ensues. He then show me a ring on his hand and tells me that it has travelled all over the world. One day at an event he is approached by an older gentleman who points at his hands and asks if he could photograph him whilst he plays the drums as they intrigue him. This older gentleman was Lord Lichfield. I think it was then I realised the calibre of the orchestra within the church. Little moments like this are occuring more and more and merely because I have an interest in photography. Everyone seems to be able to relate something to it. The music and voices inside made shooting the church really very memorable.