Tuesday, 28 August 2012
The Gardener is a keen photographer, and it's catching.
Earlier this month, he gave me a present.
A Leica Digilux 2, in superb condition; not a camera for the lazy snapper. I struggle, and have much to learn, but will rise to the challenge!
Bank Holiday Monday was wet, windy, and just the day to go out for coffee.
I took photos; I need to practise.
So did The Gardener. The waitress must have thought we were mad, taking photos simultaneously - of a simple espresso.
He captured perfectly Flossie's anguished gaze if one of us leaves the pack (I was just across the road buying ice creams.)
Today the sun is shining - of course - as it does when people have returned to work after a wet holiday.
Up to North Hill with Flossie this morning, after an anxiety-provoking consultation with a garage about the car's enfeebled headlights. An impromptu drive, no cameras to hand.
North Hill is guaranteed to calm the troubled mind.
Men were clearing the ragwort, pleased with the success of last year's efforts, as there was less of it this year to poison the horses.
There was much ball-chasing, dashing about, tongue flapping, grinning madly. That's Flossie, not me, of course.
Then we walked under the trees to cool down.
A slight bulge appeared to the side of this tree; I got my phone camera going.
The bulge shifted shyly.
Your tree, Exmoor pony. Sorry to disturb you.
On Friday we are off on our one-week holiday to Majorca, in search of sun and warmth. Rain or shine, there will be photos!
Posted by rachel at 13:56