This morning was cold: The first day this autumn that required a scarf. Colleagues arrived at work saying it was two degrees below freezing. I took their word for it as I don’t have an iphone with a thermometer app. (My attitude to iphones is to wait until the price is below £20 and then get one.)
Riding to work I watched for a lovely frosty field to photograph. The sky was overcast and the sun showed no sign of breaking through. But soon after crossing the motorway there was a suitable field to my left:
Cycling in the cold crisp air is absolutely not a problem, as the effort warms one up just the right amount.
Getting home and going to download the picture, my camera made a horrible rattling noise as I took it out the case. The little flap was open! The batteries nearly falling out! There was no card in the camera! I searched frantically to see whether my beautiful picture had been saved – but no luck. You get what you pay for, as my children keep telling me. This camera doesn’t save anything if you haven’t got a card.
So it’s confession time. The observant amonst you may have noticed the contradiction between the picture and the paragraph above it. Reader, I faked it. The picture you see is somebody else’s frosty field. Mine only exists as the pale shadow of a ghost in my memory.
Please forgive me, I’m going to resolve never to do that again.