An interested party?

An interesting morning. I walked from Hollingworth Lake to the tiny hamlet of Rakewood, intending to photograph the derelict Rakewood Lower Mill. Whilst I was doing so, a chap emerged from a nearby house and asked what I was doing. (Strange, isn't it, that so many people ask someone using a camera what they are doing?)

I explained that I was "just taking photographs."

"Oh," he said "so you aren't an interested party then?"

"An interested party in what?"

"There's a planning application for this that will double its height and remove all the good bits. It's a horror."

A story about the application can be read here.

I assured him I wasn't an interested party. But moments later I was accosted again (still on a public right of way, by the way) by two teenage lads and once again asked the question about what exactly I was doing, to which I gave the now traditional answer.

"Well," said one of them, taking a drag on his, oddly slender, cigarette "just make sure you don't photograph my house."

I nodded and walked on, wondering about the youth of this proud property owner, sniffing the air and reminiscing about some of the more lively streets of Amsterdam.

A few more pictures from today can be seen here.

This afternoon I went to see the latest Scandanavian thriller - Headhunter - which is great - exciting, quite violent, with plenty of dark humour.