In 1992 we went with a reader’s trip to Disneyland Paris; it was a photographer’s nightmare.
The object was to photograph our readers in the park, so I thought the best way was to give maps to the party and agree who to meet at particular rides at exact times.
The problem was that if people had been in a queue for 45 minutes for another ride they wouldn’t leave to meet me at the agreed ride.
But I ended up with enough pictures for a double page spread, and even persuaded Wendy who hates roller coasters to come on the Runaway Mine Train that goes around
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