Everything’s sorted for the miniature shoot on Friday. Not that there’s anything miniature about it, aside from the actual models. I am predicting the sharp onset of winter to concide precisely with our arrival on location.
I got some pictures through of the wagons, but I still haven’t seen what the locomotive looks like, which is pretty scary. If it was anyone but Jonathan making it I’d be freaking out right now.
The vats are wonky, so I hear. But they’ll all be straight and lovely by Sunday, when Beth the soon-to-be-long-suffering runner drives to Dartford to pick them up.
I keep bumping into people I haven’t seen for ages and their first question is always, “How did the film turn out? Must be finished by now, right?”