I finally received my new tenancy agreement today, so,
suitably bolstered, I decided to start doing the photographs of the local
sights. (I’m not sure whether to include myself in any of these shots.
I’ve often been greeted with the exclamation ‘what a sight!’ but I don’t think
that counts.)
Anyway, today was warm and dry with some sunshine, so off I
trudged, heavily laden with my old bag of camera equipment and a tripod. I got
to the first port of call and set everything up. And then I discovered that the
camera wasn’t working. I need to cut a long story short here. The problem was
with the little circular screw-in plate that covers the battery housing. Attempts
to correct it only compounded the issue and I was forced to pick everything up and
trudge home again to get tools to sort the damn thing out. (I was spitting
expletives loudly at the bloody universe the whole way home!) And then I
trudged all the way back to start doing what I’d originally started doing an
hour earlier.
What was I saying about the day starting badly?
The rest of the shoot went OK, but I realised how glad I am
that I didn’t have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome in the days when I did this sort of
thing for a living. I would often walk ten or more miles in hill country in
those days carrying that lot, and hardly give it a second thought. Today I did
about two and I’m fit to drop.
* * *
In lighter vein:
I saw a cow playing with a pheasant today. At least, the cow
was playing. The poor old pheasant was just trying to run away.
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