The competition was fierce, especially between Wibs and I, who each submitted something like twenty pictures that gradually became more tenuous as the deadline approached. As the ideas kept on coming, each one more abstract than the last, the big question was who would get the upper hand?
I tried to gain a late advantage by submitting a couple after the deadline (I did get permission!) and the 'no stock photos' rule was pushed to the limit. The tension rose as the results day, the eve of the wedding, loomed. But then Ruth and Ken, who had worked tirelessly on a 'Take Hart' style gallery for all the entries, suddenly found themselves in a jam of their own and the big announcement was postponed. All the main protaganists could do was finish the evening off in the billiard room where the beery eyes and wobbly cues proved a great leveller (you'll guess that I didn't win, which caused much mirth).
So we waited until breakfast on the morning after the wedding to find out who would walk away with the prize. Who would it be? Wibs, who'd initially taken some decent, if strangely abstract pictures of some strawberrys attacked in a frenzy of pins, but then in desperation had plumbed the depths of dressing his pet dog in jewish garb? Or me, with a number of intelligently considered, quality efforts as highlighted recently on this blog??
In the event, despite us both making the final shortlist of four, we were both upstaged by the distinctly non-photographic Steve, who in typical style waited until near the deadline, then submitted just the one photo, sat back and claimed the glory. The 'Calendar Girl' theme, where Claire was in all her glory too helped of course...
Being such a risque picture, I thought I'd better check first with the model before showing it here, so watch this space!
Update 2/12: Claire's obviously unaware of the vast readership of this blog and has consented, so here is the winning picture:
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