As I do each year, I took photos of the runners up on top of the Downs, snaking along the footpath towards me . .
. . and then went to this field just south of Studham . .
. . before returning to the hill at the edge of the Downs, where the runners would come back into Dunstable . .
This year, instead of hanging around near the bottom of the hill to wait for everyone, I struggled up to the top of the hill for a while and got some different photos from those I'd usually take . .
. . and of course there were lots of other things to keep me occupied whilst waiting for more runners . .
But once this rain started tumbling down I began to struggle to keep my camera dry, and decided it was time to go home. But once there, I couldn't find that memory chip. Emptied everything, including the car, but it was nowhere to be found. So I drove back to the Downs, never really believing I would find the chip but needing to do something and satisfy my curiosity. Amazingly, even as I pulled into the layby, I could see the chip on the road. It was soaking wet, but didn't seem to be damaged. Got it home, and yes, it worked, and the hundreds of photos I'd spent hours taking were safe. Somebody was looking after me that afternoon . .
To have a look at many of the photos that almost didn't see the light of day, please follow this link . .
