Wednesday. Grey day. Spent ages wandering around town asking the same lot of questions in numerous shops of the same type for a certain sort of gadget… which may or may not feature in a future post! [grin]
Still Wednesday. Still a grey day. The Bear. Recovering from my prolonged trek around town. Other folk must’ve been a bit depressed by the grey day as well for the pub was practically deserted. So mate and I find ourselves having a bit of a play with the cameras (surprise surprise).
I really wish we hadn’t bothered!
Could either of us take a decent shot? Could we hell! Couldn’t get the exposure right. Couldn’t get the focus right. Couldn’t get anything right. Absolutely nothing seemed to be working right. Depressing simply wasn’t the word. In fact, so bad was it that we both began to suspect that for some bizarre reason our cameras were malfunctioning.
Once I’d got back home and dumped everything onto the computer I did manage to salvage a few shots, but generally it was all pretty disappointing.
However, so disheartening was this little episode that we decided, once mate had finished work, to have a wander outside somewhere and take some photos. Anywhere. Any photos. Just somewhere outside in the daylight where we could prove to ourselves that both our cameras weren’t actually a write-off.
So we ventured into an area just east of the actual town centre previously little-explored by us. Known locally as Russell Park on account of the park named… er… Russell Park that sits between it and Bedford’s Embankment.
And though the lighting wasn’t brilliant we did manage to satisfy ourselves that the cameras were actually working properly. Huge sighs of relief.
But still, in all sorts of ways, a very grey day.