Up at the crack of dawn, or indeed before it. The crack in question was the small gap twixt impenetrable cloud cover and horizon. So much for my planned wide shot looking down on Malvern as it’s rendered in orange light and long shadows. But on the bright side, it matches with the smeggy weather we had for principle photography. Back to Holy Well, Castlemorton and Gullet Quarry for some sound effects, then to my parents’ house to film their piscine-nourishing cameos. Dave and I then killed the middle part of the day before driving up Leominster way, where road and rail run parallel, to film a tracking shot of a train, which I don’t think either of us thought for one minute would actually work, but work it did, once Dave’s turbo-impaired, lorry-preceded Xantia had caught up with the offending omnicarriaged vehicular item. My list of shots left to film is now down to seven, but I fully expect to discover more things I need. Everyone make a space in your diaries for the latter part of January, because I’m pretty close to some premiere date-naming.