Steve takes pictures

The deer at Knowle could not have failed to notice the schoolboy attempting to stalk them. Whilst my chums on the Herne School trip munched packed lunches, I crept off through bushes, escaping teachers less than watchful eye to try and frame the beasts in the prism of my Dad’s box brownie. Twelve clicks later, with bramble scratched knees hanging from grubby shorts, I was heading back to my school friends with my imagination bouncing higher than the doe’s bob tails as they fled my clumsy intrusion. Later, the prints arrived to prove I had captured the best wildlife shots ever taken, or so my Mum said. Her critique of the grainy blurs was undoubtably biased, but I was entranced by photography, and although those images are now sadly lost, the magic persists.