Beach shoots: ambitious but rubbish
Our recent Time Attack entry was announced with fanfare and, of all things, a spontaneous beach shoot.
While shooting around the coastal town of Margate, the naïve city boy came out in me when I saw an open gate leading down to a deserted sandy beach and decided to detour through it to catch some dramatic maritime shots.
And indeed, the photographs were dramatic. In more ways than one. The issue is that the beaches –surprise, surprise – tend to be sloped and covered in soft sand. I couldn't get back out - the car was stranded.
Like a sad, mechanical beached whale, the car kept getting hopelessly stuck in the sand.
To make things worse, although it was deserted when I drove onto it, once I got stranded the beach seemingly became the world's most popular resort.
Crowds assembled. Dogs frolicked around the car. Children bounced their balls against it.
The car became a landmark, a gathering point uniting the local community.
Social cohesion is a beautiful thing, but I really needed the car back. We have a season of Time Attack to compete in.
I tried moving it again - nothing.
People posed with it for photos. The car became a monument. I had visions of it being immortalised in tourism books for centuries to come, historians discussing the provenance of the mysterious beach sculpture.
You'll see the water is quite close to the car. There was a tide to worry about. I needed to get a move on.
Teaming up with Margate’s lovely locals, we laid a path out of driftwood to spread the load of the car’s tyres – and it worked. Eventually, we got out.
Hopefully that's all our misadventuring done for the year.
[2019 Edit- Spoiler alert. It was not.]