It’s 8:30am on a proper February morning over Wanstead Flats, East London. For those that don’t know, the flats is a stretch of grass, lakes, meadows, ditches and football pitches, criss crossed with half trodden paths, the odd cluster of beer cans and scored through by a couple of tarmaced
Mo Farah, running his last Marathon, regularly talks of the support of Londoners pushing him forward on the streets and the track, naming it as one of the things he will miss most about the events. Like most sports, it’s the people who make it what it is. And the people came in their droves. They defied the miserable grey sky and driving rain, and shouted their arses off knowing they were in the presence of greatness. The pain etched on the faces of
So the dream was back on, albeit probably seeming like a million miles away at the time. George looked me square in the eye, he needed me to know he meant this.
People, Place and Pie – Watch Film Here We love a bit of Olde London here at East 15 Films, little corners of the old school people and places, the history of buildings and beings and the throwbacks and relics. So when the opportunity came up to shoot a promotional
If an Englishman’s home is his castle, then what is his website? His seaside caravan, his southern Spanish Villa, or simply his garden shed come man cave? Now I don’t know the answer to that, nor even if it is a valid question, but I do know that here at