I have decided that I will get a photo in the Guardian supplement on a Saturday - Last Weekend. I thought the Stevenage half-marathon would be a good place to start.
A little girl's legs sticking out under a golf umbrella she was desperately trying to keep hold of. Her younger brother struggling with a huge broken branch. Runners queuing to pee behind a fence. Were the photos good?
They weren't even taken. It was just too wet. I've discovered I am a fairweather photographer. I hid in the hall on a little kid's chair reading the Independent on Sunday and drinking cups of coffee lovingly prepared by men from the Rotary Club. They even managed to twist my arm into eating a piece of treacle tart.