Chesterfield in monochrome
My work has brought me north again today, via a tediously slow journey on the M1. I finally arrived in Chesterfield at five o’clock, checked into my hotel and quickly made my way to the town’s parish church with its famously wonky spire. Having taken a couple of photos of the spire (which turned out badly thanks to the dull weather) I headed inside, only to be turfed straight out again by the verger who informed me that he was closing up right away. Never mind the fact that I’d spent six hours in the car to get there – I was too late! Instead I contented myself with looking for interesting features to photograph around the exterior of the building before heading back towards the town centre in search of dinner. As I walked into the market square I noticed a solitary woman sitting among the deserted market stalls and I managed to catch a surreptitious candid shot of her before she realised what I was up to!