Still we’re not complaining. The day of my birth is usually marked by heavy leaden skies and sheets of sideways rain. So this feels almost springlike.
There is sadness up ahead for Sarah though.
This is, or rather was, L68 on Sarah’s map of all known Monkey Puzzle trees. Last time we’d seen it there were doubts about its health. And more recently our friend Sarah Jones, who lives nearby, had sent a report of its suspected demise. Now sadly confirmed.
We move on.
This has been my camera since around 2001 and we have been good friends together. In the past year alone it has taken over 7,000 photographs as this blog has become a major part of what I do. But lately my old camera has begun to fail. And so we are on our way into town to buy its replacement, my birthday present, a new camera.
While we’re sat our friend Fiona rings and on hearing what we’re up to we laugh that the camera taking photographs like this is like a condemned man taking pictures of his own final journey.
We laugh, but it’s also a bit sad. This tool has been part of my hands and my life for so long, I console myself with talk that ‘It’s not finished yet’ – but actually its recurring fault has happened three times on this walk already, so it is nearly finished, really.
Where this terrace, which I believe is owned by Sanctuary Homes, continues to rot. Anyone know what’s happening?
Into Wilkinson’s in fact. Wilkinson’s Camera shop.
I’ve rung up earlier and made sure they’ve got all three of the cameras I’m interested in. We play around with them, exclaiming over this and that (while the old camera sulks in my bag). And, much about the three of them being relatively equal, make a decision that’s mainly about feel. How they feel in my hands, which one feels like it’s for the long run.
Be back to that later, still too stuffed from lunch for the moment.
How else do I try out a new camera?
I’ve loved these since years ago, one sunny afternoon in the Vondelpark in Amsterdam with our friend Alinda. And Bren, genius in the kitchen as he is, has made the genuine article here. Well done Bren!
Meanwhile, deep thanks to an old friend who has walked down many roads with me and may yet walk a few more.