Liberating though it feels to set off without camera or any other paraphernalia, and while it is not necessary to take pics for the memories to remain
(I cite as evidence, M`lud
- a particular day on Balmedie beach
- an icy day climbing Arthur`s seat
- a night involving a mini-bus and a collection of Eastern European and Antipodean young people
- not to mention a fantastic walk along the railway line on a stunning autumn day last week)
I am nevertheless missing my camera.
We`ve had gloriously crisp blue sky days and clear moon-drenched nights but now the moon is on the wane and today was very November,grey and wet as we set off round the woods mid-morning but with a wind springing up that swept the clouds away and left us tramping across the `blasted heath`* as patches of blue sky appeared.
I have bought a camera - on ebay in the end - but my breath is somewhat bated as it hasn`t yet arrived and should have done.
*i.e. the kind of thing Emily Bronte might have described rather than a comment on an erstwhile Conservative prime minister.
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