The best-laid plans.
Well, it’s Friday the Thirteenth. Ooh err.
All nonsense, of course, but the day starts with our having to cancel planned filming on our new movie, The Garden, as it’s chucking it down with rain and some of the crew have come down splat with colds in any case.
They were filming here yesterday in bitter temperatures. Although I’d sent out an email reminding everyone to dress in their warmest clothes I was a bit surprised when they all turned up in short jackets. I think people underestimate how cold you get when you’re standing around in the cold rather than walking around in it.
The DH, of course, was walking about without a coat at all, not because he’s hard, but because he’d donned his Regatta fleece thermals as a base layer and was wearing neoprene-lined wellies, so he was as warm as toast.
The day began thrillingly frost-covered, with the whole landscape looking like a Christmas card, but to my, and everyone elses’s surprise, he didn’t want to film in it for continuity reasons, and instead waited until most of the frost had burned off. A missed opportunity to my mind, but then it’s not my movie.
My job, as usual, was makeup and costumes. Our main female character, who is nameless, is dressed a bit like a rock chick, necessitating jeans, loads of cheap jewellery, a t-shirt with writing all over it and a denim waistcoat. This, quelle surprise, had gone missing in the post (exactly as happened with our last shoot), but luckily one of the crew had an old denim jacket that he didn’t mind us butchering, so while the crew had breakfast, I frantically cut it up to make a waistcoat (sleeves off, shoulders narrowed, bottom trim removed and sides taken in). I then frayed all the raw edges and it looked great – exactly what we were after.
Since our earlier location had blown out (hence the necessity to film at our house), and along with it, the caterer, I was also doing the food, and had spent hours over the previous few days creating vegetarian soups and curries, plus puddings, for the supposed seven to eight crew members. Only two are veggie, but it saved cooking two separate dishes.
After everyone had had breakfast and gone out, I tidied up, kept the woodburner loaded up and then, at 11.00, took hot chocolate, cakes and hot water bottles out into the garden, all of which were met with alacrity by the freezing crew. E, our sound girl, ended up with a hot water bottle under each arm, stuffed up her gilet, while P, a new guy on board, had feet that were completely frozen.
Once elevenses were over, I started on lunch, gently reheating a Chinese mushroom soup I’d made the day before, plus a quiche that P had brought with him, and focaccias and ciabattinis. M kept popping in and out, as she had to ‘look summery’, but she was streaming with cold, and C too began to feel achey and shivery as the day wore on.
Lunch was meant to be at 1.00 but they carried on filming till 1.45, then we all sat down and everyone ate like they’d never seen food before. It must have been tough going outside again after that, even though the day had warmed up to a balmy 9 degrees or so. I was glad I could stay in by the fire.
Another hour’s filming and they began to lose the light, and they finished up about 4.30. I made coffees for everyone then, and we reviewed the rushes, and everyone toddled off home again, ready to be up at 6.00 this morning for another day.
Sadly, it is not to be, so it’s back to adopt Plan B, fridge up the massive vegetarian curry that was defrosting in the kitchen, and we’ll just have to hope we can start again tomorrow.