Damp disaster and diamond days

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

The morning was magical. It was one of the most beautiful dawns I have ever seen. Mist poured over the moors, white as snow, turning to liquid gold at the touch of the sun. Shaded valleys, frosted with diamonds, glinted in the pale light and treetops made islands in the mist….

And I didn’t have my camera. It drowned.

The weather for the first day of the Solstice of the Moon weekend was a tad soggy. The convoy of cars had its very own ‘rubber duck’ as I donned the bright yellow waterproof cape and carefully tucked the camera into the allegedly waterproof pocket for safety.

The rain came down and filled the pocket…

Apparently, cameras don’t like going swimming.

So, there we were in Scotland, Stuart and I, with one working camera between us and the one on my phone, which is pretty limited in what it can capture…

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