Lincs Filmmaker

Lincs Filmmaker

Defrosting cameras…

Passing through the snowy countryside on the Eurostar, I returned from a warm relaxing holiday in France for my first session delivering training on the Lincs Filmmaker project, to find it postponed. The UK was white and apparently Lincolnshire was the whitest of all. A week later and we are still waiting for the nation to thaw before we’re able to resume the brainstorming and filming sessions with young people at nine museums across the county.

I decided to come to Lincolnshire regardless. I had arranged a place to stay on a rural farm near Louth – a place that could act as a base between some of the sessions we’d be taking before Christmas. And so, after buying the filming kit, I left Mair Education HQ in York where Sara and Meena were re-scheduling the postponed sessions with military precision, I set out through the Narnian landscape of snow-white trees across the vale of York towards North Lincs.

2 hours later, in the dark, I turned off ice-free the main road onto ‘Cloddygate’. It would have been a daunting road name in good weather. In the ice, I had made a mistake. But there was no turning back. Crossing a small bridge, the compacted snow crunching beneath my gold 15 year-old Peugeot 306, I was on a single-track road. To my left, a not inconsiderable ditch – to my right, a whopping big dyke, about a Peugeot-306 in width. The road, as I would discover later, had partially collapsed. This was not the way to get to the farm. I should have been coming from the other direction. But it was too late, I was on my way.

In first gear, with my eyes pressed up against the windscreen, my heart revving as fast as the little diesel pistons, and the speedometer not leaving the zero mark I crept forward for a mile or so, the little wheels magically getting some traction against the 2-3 inches of ice hiding the road’s surface.

With Yorkshire snow still on the car roof, I finally arrived in Lincolnshire. There was Spaghetti Bolognese on the hob, the fire was on, and at museums across the county we had movies to make.

Except I was now frozen-in. It was apparently -17 degrees.


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