Fame at last (40/365)

As those of you who follow me on Instagram or Twitter know, I've been posting photos of my daily walks over the lockdown (and getting pretty good at using the camera I bought not long before it started, too, if I do say so myself). I enjoy doing it, and a few people have commented that they really like seeing the pictures, because they don't have such easy access to countryside (I may live on a 1970s suburban estate, but we are very close to open countryside).



Anyway, yesterday lunchtime I got a message on Twitter from a man I don't know asking if I could follow him so he could send me a private message. I was a bit wary, as strange men wanting to DM female-appearing people on social media is generally fairly dodgy, but I did notice that he had just liked the post with that day's photos, and checking his profile suggested that he was a local BBC journalist, so it seemed likely that he wanted to ask about using the photos rather than anything more nefarious. Which was in fact the case, and then this morning one of my team messaged me to say that she'd seen the photos on last night's local weather forecast (they always show pictures of what the weather actually looked like).



So that's probably my fifteen minutes of fame...