May 2003 and a conversation in the pub one evening with the new Whipman elect’s dad. ‘How about taking a few photies of the laddie on the Saturday rideout?’ he asked. As it happened, I was at home on the day and having known Ian for nearly 18 years by then, was happy to do a few snaps and pass on a set of prints.
Weather was fair at first; then rain. There’s nowt worse than having to wipe raindrops off the front of a lens every few seconds – you miss pictures! It cleared up soon after though to reasonably grey overcast.