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Kate Humble, the world renowned BBC anchor, was seen at one of the beautiful beaches in Malabar, known as Muzhappilangad. She was with a crew directed by the well-known director of Lion TV, Paul Sapin, for a programme for BBC, named “Spice Trail”.





The six member crew was busy with shooting. And then a group of four young people arrived at the beach, which before a few minutes was deserted to the total. There was concern on the face of the crew. If the prominent faces in the team attracted attention and the beach became crowded, they would not be able to continue their work. They had no special security guards or experts of crowd handling there, as they always had when shooting in big cities like NY, or London. Their complacency in this relatively obscure place could lead them into danger?


They stopped working and discussed their concerns and finally decided to move on with the shooting as the very next day they had to catch the airplane to UK. Moreover, the four did not seem to be troublesome. They seemed to understand the situation and were showing cooperation with the team. The team showed them a ‘namaste’ and told them move back from the camera range, and gestured them keep silence, as their powerful microphones could catch even the breathing sound around. The four were affable. They smiled, with surprise in their eyes, perhaps on seeing the technology, as a silly guess goes. The four moved away. And now they were busy with their own preoccupations, the sea, the beautiful beach and the wind. One of them was spreading his arms as if to fly. Obviously, they were people with creative souls, full of humanity, minds to see and feel nature.
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Terri said…
Talk about being at the right place at the right time. What a wonderful encounter.

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