Logistically, I understand this all was a nightmare to sort out, with much of the final detail being confirmed only as the day was going on. The paper had committed itself to a magazine-style special, to be on sale on Saturday morning, which meant a 2.00pm deadline that afternoon for the last day in Kent. Which sounds OK until you understand that the photographers were often also having to taxi colleagues as they leapfrogged from area to area, before then getting down to taking more pictures.
My own brief, evolving throughout the week, was as follows: at 07.50hrs, the torch would begin it's formal relay from Canterbury Street, Gillingham and I would be strapped to the media bus, running ahead of the bearers, from here until the relay left the towns on Gravesend Road, Strood at 09.34hrs. Then I would be picked up (by varying people until that morning!), ferried into Gravesend where I would be in the crowd as it passed, then meet a reporter to head to Brands Hatch together. At Brands Hatch there would be a photocall involving a Paralympic cyclist and a representative from the British Superbike Championship, racing there over the weekend. This was timed for 11.16hrs.
Now, as you can see, I was a long way away from my car, which worried me on two counts; one, that I was in the hands of others for transport from Strood to Gravesend to Brands and then finally back to my car at Gillingham, and two, I would have to decide, well beforehand, what I was carrying with me, as I would have to carry it with me...
On Boley Hill, Rochester, and probably one of my favourite images from the day. Check out her expression... D3S, 24-70 f2.8 at 60mm'ish, 1/800th f5.6, ISO 320. |