A man from Surrey is proud of having one of Britain's dullest hobbies - taking photographs of lost gloves.
Mark Leigh, 48, began taking pictures of lost gloves around three years ago, and has since collected over 300 photos.
He has now been named Mr November in the Dull Men's Club annual calendar, joining a cutlery sculptor, a tombstone traveller and a radio repairer.
Mark works in marketing and is also a published author but spends his spare time indulging his bizarre hobby.
I found a lone glove on a stairwell at work in an odd place, and thought it was strange. The next day, I saw another one in the street, and once you're aware of something, you see them everywhere. I started photographing them and it built up from there - it's like a compulsion now, it's become a collection. I can sniff them out now, and this time of year is peak glove season. I didn't used to collect stamps or coins or the usual things, so maybe i'm having a collecting crisis in later life.
The Dull Men's Club was established in 1985, celebrating the boring hobbies.>But this year, for the first time, their calendar features four women, including a collector of barbed wire, the manager of a pencil museum and a champion mini-golfer.>Mark, from Long Ditton, Surrey, was introduced to the club by friend and fellow member Hugh Barker - a box hedge enthusiast.
My friend introduced me to the club, and I thought my hobby was far more dull than his. You have to prove yourself dull to get in the calendar, so I got in touch with the organiser and now I'm Mr November. One of the weirdest things I've seen was at New Romney beach in Kent. There was a grassy area by the sand with a long fence, and on every post there was a glove - it was amazing. There must've been about 30. It was like a glove graveyard, the photo has pride of place in my collection. I don't know who put them there or why they were there, but it was like a shrine to lost gloves. I've also found an industrial glove - the sort of thing you'd find in a foundry - and a well-used oven glove in the park where i walk my dog. It's the incongruous place which makes them interesting, there's no rhyme or reason for it, it's just bizarre.