I am currently, annoyingly, cameraless having cracked the lens on my shiny new-to-me phone (technically, I can still take photos using the front camera but anyone who has seen my selfie face will know that’s a non-starter). This is frustrating for the blog, because I do like to illustrate my posts if I can – but also when I’m in the garden, because I like photographing the progress of the garden – or at least take before and after shots to get some idea of whether I’m actually making any progress or just treading water…
Fortunately although my phone is apparently very old (despite being new to me) the parts to replace the lens are still available so hopefully I’ll soon be regaling you once more with my photos (and yay! for getting things fixed). Meanwhile, a dashed-off tweet about a rush-hour ride down Princes Street in the rain on the Brompton (to retrieve my phone, ironically enough) resulted in something far better than my usual wonky-horizoned dubiously composed photographic efforts:
It’s fair to say I hadn’t enjoyed the experience, particularly the bit where Princes Street is just two lanes of stationary buses with a cyclist-sized gap between them, but then again, it’s not often you get to (partially) inspire a cartoonist
The result appeared online in the Guardian a few days ago and I felt a sort of parental pride, particularly at this panel which I feel captures my Edinburgh experience perfectly. Honestly, who needs a camera when you’ve got your own cartoonist?