The Piper.

Back in the mists of antiquity, the camera club collectively donned hi-viz jackets and name badges to photograph the celebration of switching on the Christmas lights in the toon. The deal is that we get free run of the place combined with the courage and authority to take pictures of anybody and everybody. Unfortunately, the weather forecast predicted that it would be “blawin’ a hoolie” and so the powers that be decided to cancel most of the proceedings. As it happened, the forecast was wrong in that the storm didn’t arrive until everything was done and dusted which made the occasion a bit of a metaphorical wash-out. The one reliable part of the event was the pipe band from the barracks which marched up and down with due pomp and ceremony and made a great deal of noise – as they should. I really feel that we’re becoming quite close friends, though I did notice that they had no qualms about trampling on inattentive photographers who might inadvertently stray into their path.


The extra is of the hi-viz sign warning the burghers to beware of the band of photographers which is roaming the streets