A very slow day, in which we went about three hours from the call time before shooting a single frame, then progressed with similar slugishness, while Simon Wyndham slid gradually into manic depression, forced to turn the SAS guy vs. bad guy fight into one of those Jean-Claude Van Damme/Steven Seagal affairs that he hates so much. The pear-shapedness began when a few people turned up late (it transpired that my notoriously poor directions to locations were largely to blame here), then the dreaded Malvern Hills Conservators turned up and started asking questions (there is a humorous tale to tell here, but one which I fear is best kept off of publicly available channels until the shoot is over), then we hiked up to the location to find that it was simply too goddamn windy to film there, then we picked an alternative location which meant both me and Simon had to throw everything we’d planned out of the window. So imagine my surprise when, upon viewing the rushes just now, it all looked pretty damn good. What are the chances of that happening, eh?