the biggleswade story

I should've written this ages ago but what with one thing and another it just didn't get done, but here we are now  ................The Bigglswade story   
 A couple of weeks ago I journeyed to the fantasticly named Biggleswade in Bedfordshire to help out on a short film  by matthew Oaten. It didn't get off to a flying start as thought I would try and get away with buying a young persons railcard ticket and got fined £30 by and evil ticket inspector who didn't buy my 'oh no it must be in my other handbag' routine GRRR.... But eventually I got there and was met by camera man Dom, we drove to the location which was a beautiful cottage owned by director Matthews parents, who seemed perfectly at ease with having their home invaded and made tea and breakfast for us all!
 The film itself was a short piece staring 8 year old Sean as a boy who looses his first tooth and embarks on a stange and wonderous journey, where he meets with two supporting cast members the amazing Vivianne aged 75 i'll have you know! a former dancer (she still teaches) turned actress, and  Andrew another seasoned performer who seemed to have had appeared on just about every TV you can possibly think of - Sean's eyes were like saucers when he revealed he had previously had a role in an episode of doctor who!
 The filming took place in various diffent locations the last section being next to an abandoned railway tunnel, which me and Ginette (mother of the talent) decided to explore, we went inside, we could see light in the distance so we decided to go through to the other end, we started walking and walking, it got darker and darker but the light at the other end didn't seem to be getting any nearer, when we eventually reached the other end we discovered the reason was because the other exit was half blocked so the light coming through it was very very small. after scambling our way up a steep bank, a difficult process during which my companions beautiful green boots got compleatly ruined  eventually we got out and found ourselves in the wilderness, there was one small footpath so we set off convinced that all we had to do was go round the corner and we'd be back where we started, 15 minutes later we were starting to feel a little uncertain, half hour later we realised we were lost compleatly! In the end we decided to retrace our steps and go back into the tunnel, it was just as long and dark and spooky the second time around and we both came out feeling as if we had just conquered everest expecting to see concerned faces waiting for us, only to find that the rest of the crew had packed up and gone home!! Eventually we found our way back to the house to be greeted by vague murmers of ' wondered where you'd got to'.  Teresa (director  matthews mother) provided us with tea and lots of delicious home made cakes (but I think we burned off enough calories on our adventure for it to make it ok!) after that it was time to pack up and head homewards, I got a lift back with a very nice camera man called Murren  we managed conversation about politics the moon and Crouch End which was enough to get us back to london with no awkwad silences yay!! All in all it was a great day and I'm really looking forward to seeing the results.