Apr 17, 2010 20:25
Bradley stretched to work out the kinks in his back. The increased time on the horses this series had definitely been fun but sitting upright without any back support was starting to wreak hell on his spine. Most of the crew and cast had gone home for the day, leaving just a few people and the directors to walk around and attempt to put together shots for the next episode. He didn't care. It was a late shot and for once, he wasn't in his chain mail.
He'd just finish up a shot with Angel in just Arthur's regular tunic and trousers, with his favorite longer dustcoat. Probably a few night shots needed or something, maybe I can go bug Colin 'bout reading lines or something.
So he went off in search for the Irishman with his trusty camera in hand.
poorcolin,
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