July 9, 2019

‘Looking on the bright side’, the other half said as I surveyed the ruin of what had been only the day before, a bed of French beans, ‘at least you now have a camera so you can blog about it.’

chewed beans

‘I wonder how my beans are getting … oh’

This is true – due to the kindness (and awesome organisedness) of a local cyclist on Twitter I am now the proud custodian of an actual camera for the first time in about five years. Despite being over 10 years old, it’s in immaculate condition and came complete with box, cables, spare battery and manual (ah, remember the old days when things came with instruction manuals instead of a sheet of paper saying ‘Do not stick this in your eyes or feed the batteries to your children. Google everything else’ in every known European language?).

It’s nice to be able to take a proper closeup again, even if it is of the devastation a peckish hare can wreak when it puts its mind to it.

close up of beans

Otherwise, the veg patch is the usual mixed bag of things which are dying in new and horrible ways (potatoes: liable to die at a moment’s notice when you plant them deliberately, but completely impossible to eradicate from the bed where they were once grown three years before)

dying plants in potato bed

and things which have grown in overwhelmingly enormous quantities (it is apparently a myth that rabbits – and, indeed hares – eat lettuce).

giant lettuce plants

The garden remains a work in progress and I suspect it always will be – I shall never be the owner of the equivalent of a garden that still has its box, cables, spare battery and manual. But on a sunny Sunday afternoon when you’ve got visitors coming – it does occasionally scrub up rather well.

garden with parasol

I’m mostly joking when I call this corner ‘the Mediterranean garden’ but occasionally it comes close …


January 25, 2011

There’s lots I want to say, but most of it would be better illustrated and my beloved new (well newish, it’s not in warranty obviously) fuji finepix camera has decided to have a nervous breakdown. On Thursday I dashed out to take photos of the frost and managed to switch it on as I was pulling it out of my pocket. Whether it was this, or the general hard life that any delicate and expensive piece of electronic equipment that has the misfortune to be owned by me has to endure,* the lens has zoomed all the way out and now is stuck like that. Whatever I do, I get a ‘Zoom Error’ when it’s on, and then when I turn it off it doesn’t neatly tuck its lens away and close up as it’s supposed too, it just sits there looking vaguely priapic and entirely useless.

A quick google has revealed several suggestions, from switch it off and switch it on again, to hoovering around the lens (presumably to get rid of any blocking grit in the mechanism), to attempting to turn the lens manually until you hear a click. So far, I’ve had no luck with any of these. The camera is stuck, I’m stuck, and I’m annoyed. Annoyed with myself for not taking better care of it (the last one died of a similar problem having been dropped once too often), and annoyed with the world because there’s no obvious way of getting it repaired. I feel certain that any camera or electronics shops will be full of pimply youths who will tell me it’s uneconomic to repair and there’s one out which is already newer, faster, cheaper and whizzier and which will only destroy a small slice of the world’s resources. And at the same time, somewhere out there there’s probably an old boy with steady hands and a set of strange triangular-shaped screwdrivers who could probably actually fix it (I mean, it was put together by humans, wasn’t it? It might have been the ultimate in technological wizardry, but it’s not ACTUAL wizardry, is it? So surely it could be repaired, no?) but who found it was uneconomic to set up a repair shop because nobody gets things mended any more. But mostly I’m just generally annoyed because taking a photograph for my blog now requires using the other half’s camera which is a) too complicated and b) too expensive to be reasonably placed in my hands without supervision. When I’m attempting arty shots of frosty woodlands, it’s nice to have the big SLR with the other half on hand to help out but when I’m just trying to capture an amusing-looking sheep I’ve passed on my bike I need a camera I can slip into my pocket. So for now the blog is going to have to be mainly words, unless anyone has any bright ideas.

* I did suggest last time that the other half get me a ruggedised camera, but I had a ruggedised phone, borrowed from Baby Mother, which I have also managed to break. So that probably wouldn’t have helped much either.