I was working as a freelance photographer when I was assigned by a magazine to get pictures of an unkempt churchyard full of wildflowers. I searched for miles around, but all the churchyards were well-kept. Then one vicar gave me the address of a church he knew about, and I arranged a visit.
Arriving at the churchyard the next day, I heard a lawnmower. The minister had mowed everything in sight. “If you’re taking pictures of our churchyard,” he explained, “I thought I’d better tidy up a bit.”