Following the surprisingly good weather at Laura and Martin's yesterday I was beginning to think my luck wouldn't hold out as Susie, the makeup artist organising today's shoot, reported wild weather and floods in Perth. But after torrential rain through the 12 miles of roadworks North to Stirling, the sun made an appearance and all was calm and peaceful in Perth.
Cathy was chumming me along the road, so we stopped off at a Harvester for lunch (any port in a storm), before I made my way to the South Inch car park in Perth. I must admit to a brief flight of fancy that I was entering some old spy story or film noir, meeting strangers. in car parks.
2pm struck and Susie turned up in a convoy of 3 cars. We decamped immediately to Perth's railway station, where following a brief hello to a train spotter and a check with the station manager, we settled down for shooting. We were a fairly conspicuous bunch, me, Susie, Michelle the hair stylist, 3 models in hats and fascinators, 1 boyfriend and 1 husband, The electric guitar and range of umbrellas probably didn't help either. Luckily the staff and other passengers remained understanding, if somewhat bemused.
Susie had managed to arrange the loan of the aforementioned hats and fascinators from The Hat in the Cat, a boutique in Perth that makes a range of delicious hats and fascinators. Unfortunately there was no trilby or panama on hand for me, to fend off the sun's rays, so the station roof and the occasional spots of shade had to do.
We were a model down, due to an unforseen accident involving catching a train, ironically enough, but Susie pulled out all the stops, and one of her models out of bed, so Jenny joined Maria and Emma for the afternoon's shooting.
As always it was fun working with new people, confusing them with my misdirection and pointing a camera vaguely in their direction. We worked our way through 6 or seven assorted head pieces between the three models and were all wrapped up by about 3:30pm.
We parted our ways in the railway station carpark, the models dehatted, and everything packed away.
A quick trip back to the car park to pick up Cathy as the rain started and it was time to head home. There was heavy rain and showers all the way back down the M8. But Glasgow was scariest, thunder and hughe lightning striked and parts of the motorway turned into a river. Once across the Kingston Bridge though it was a lot calmer and we reached home safe and sound.
I won't go as far as to say it's been a perfect weekend, but with all the joy of Laura and Martin's wedding yesterday and the beauty and grace today, with a bonus lunch with my wife thrown in, it was damn close!