Photograph Day

Today marked issue two feedback and...photograph day.

It was like being back at school, except we were older and inifinitely uglier.

But we all gathered under the sun's winter glare, a stern wind buffeting our brows, as the photographer told us to be WILD.

Several members dissapeared into the undergrowth.

"No," said the photographer, exasperated and already sounding motherly. Back they crawled.

First attempt was making the word WILD out of our bodies. Unfortunately, we were about as flexible as reinforced concrete, so we ended up looking like a rabble of arthritic pensioners rolled out for the day.

Abandoning that, we attempting a rush to the middle and a jump. Girls lined up one side and boys the other (never let it be said that WILD does not embrace equality).

1...2...3... we all rushed in and jumped. It didn't go to plan. First aiders were called and treatment dispensed.

"Shall we just get together in front of the trees?" offered dep.ed Dan WILD, struggling to hide his dissapointment that the rush and jump had failed. Jess WILD agreed and assembled the ponderous crew into place better than a sheep dog on countryfile.

So we lined up, and made WILD signs with our fingers. It was beautiful. Will WILD shed a tear.
Stay tuned, stay aware, and stay away from combatative photographic scenarios. Jade WILD is still nursing the bruises.