I should really give my poor feet a break, but it’s difficult to justify lying down indoors on the rare pretty days in Edinburgh. My walking has been reduced to a hobble for days now (I overdid the cycling thang and the feet said ‘no’), but as soon as they felt like they could carry me again, I headed out with the Boy’s camera body, and one of my own vintage pancake lenses, to enjoy the sun.
It took some adjusting to, using this lens I know well in a fully manual context, but now fitted on a DSLR’s body. Finding focus, or the right exposure were all challenges at first, but slowly some decent shots emerged.
As on most of my ‘boyless’ summer days, I plunged for my usual wandering snacks, spent some time lying in the grass, and wished I brought a book with me.
I ended up watching a spot of cricket, posed around at the riverside for the self-timer for a bit, hunted for pretty flowers and only headed home in the glorious orange-yellow light once my feet could absolutely take no more.
While the Boy went off to Iceland with his mates for a week, I tried a few new things. Like cycling to work for instance. Or setting up this blog. I also went back to some of my old ways, the rut I was used to before we moved in — he’s been away before, but only for a day here and there, so this time old habits really had some time to kick back in. Read on »