The orange was a walk with my new blogging friend Rosie, and the astonishing bouncing Porridge, both vying to be the eponymous Bitch about Brittany, although despite her protestations to the contrary, Rosie is REALLY VERY NICE. We went on a bit of beach in St Brieuc I'd never been to before. It was wide and enormous, sheltered from the icy temperatures of today, the light was verging on the epiphanic at times, the sand ripples hypnotic, the cream and black of the dogs most fetching against all kinds of backgrounds...
The lemon was the camera, which was working fine yesterday indoors and out, was dead as a doornail for no apparent reason from the moment I tried to turn it on once we'd descended to the beach. So much for the cool photo-blogger, I had to tuck it into my jacket where it formed an unsightly and impotent protruberance, and walk along feeling a bit of a lemon myself.
Molly was not really quite rock-and-roll enough for Porridge, a dog of exalted breeding and irrepressible high spirits, winner of a shiny cup (for obedience!). Tiring eventually of attempts to incite her to play by running round her in circles, Porridge thought it would probably be more of a laugh just to bowl her across the beach with a flying tackle. Moll had the last laugh when Porridge got told off good and proper and had to walk on the lead for a bit while she skipped around and thumbed her nose. She was very eager to come pounding in when we arrived home and tell her dad what a good time she'd had, so I don't think she was much put off.
I feel most disconsolate about the camera; and slightly concerned that something as slight as the failure of a switch can deprive me of something that has become so important and leave me feeling so bereft, a feeling akin to there being something wrong with the dog or my husband... though of course I know the camera is not capable of suffering and could at a pinch be replaced.
I have 'phoned the camera shop, a place where I feel reassured and understood, and will hurry down there asap tomorrow. Naturally, it is but a few months out of guarantee.
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