Ladies and gents, give it up for the fine city of Norwich as seen through the creative lens of BAFTA-winning film maker Rob Whitworth and starring the Norman cathedral, for centuries the largest building in East Anglia. These days I’m guessing that honour goes to the terminal building at Stansted Airport.
Jack Scott
Imagine the absurdity of two openly gay, married, middle aged, middle class men escaping the liberal sanctuary of anonymous London to relocate to a Muslim country. I chronicled our exploits with the mad, the bad, the sad and the glad in a blog for the whole world to ignore. Then came the book which became a critically acclaimed best seller. Its success opened out a whole new career for me, firstly as an author, and now as an indie publisher. Who'd have thought it? Certainly not me.
In June 2012, we ended our Anatolian affair and paddled back to Britain on the evening tide, washing up in Norwich, a surprising city in eastern England, then to the wilds of Norfolk as the only gays in the village. I’m sometimes nostalgic for our encounters with the hopeless, the hapless and, yes, the happy go lucky. They gave me an unexpected tale to tell and for this I thank them.
Oh, to have unlimited internet instead of this bloody ‘dongle’! Then again, it is rather nice and quiet up this particular valley 😀
And a quiet Sunday here too. 😀 I’m guessing you can’t see the video. Shame. It’s a great little piece.
Enchanting. Made me a bit dizzy, but that’s not hard to do.
Me too. It’s a technique the film maker is noted for!
I struggle a bit with the swooping camera ( not varifocal friendly I fear) but love the racing shadows
It’s even worse when you’ve had a drink! 😀