Polar’s express style
Though not particularly special, it is of a day on our shoot that I intend to write simply because it is typical of so many little rough shoots up and down the country where a small syndicate has come together and shot together over a number of years.
That particular morning in November was what I can only describe as putty-coloured and neither cold nor warm; a typical dreary November day.
We met in the stone quarry, our usual meeting place, at close on 9am — posh shoots never start so early — as we had a lot of ground to cover. There was the usual wait for latecomers and we moved off by car to the top end of the shoot. A band of
