Our Little village had visitors in the last week.. Usually so calm and unassuming, contemplative and picturesque.. she has a patient and possibly weary tolerance of film and tv, having practiced her best side many times..
As the week wore on.. the house on the hill was transformed day by day by black watery paint making it look mildewy and spookier , and boarded up rotten windows, ivy attached by fairies and ‘dead’ plant props giving an atmosphere of an abandoned old house with a story to tell.
Maybe next time they should return in winter, when this village holds her own in the beauty stakes and braves the elements in a hardy fashion, much like its residents;
If in doubt grab a dog!!
Which is in fact what the absolutely lovely film crew did.
We had already had an idea of the film from letters that had gone out, asking locals if it would be ok to park in their road. After ( not particularly tricky… detective work) ..
….Was apparently being made on the doggie path…
And just to prove it !!!
The little block became home to a convoy of lorries and tech guys, all of whom told me about their dogs back home, and how much they missed them, as Skye climbed into their vans.. She sat on the camera, barked when they did a take because someone said hello.. And nobody minded. And she was cuddled by everyone.
Skye isn’t very well just now, so it was a special kinda thing for us.
So, from here in St Abbs, to the folk who came that day..
You were polite, friendly, courteous and helpful, and welcome back any time. It was a pleasure to meet you and glimpse a few scenes..
It was a little too quiet today.. Maybe you could squeeze a dog bed into the premier? xx
Thanks from us in St Abbs!