I (or, rather, someone who shall remain nameless) dropped my camera on the beach last summer and sand has been steadily destroying its innards ever since and I haven't been able to take photographs for several months. I have missed it especially for taking pictures of the grandchildren. I have made a number of unrecorded visits to them.
The garden is coming into life; country and coastal walks have been taken; I have produced lots of knitting and sewing projects; baking has been produced and devoured and none of it stored digitally in my computer! Does it matter? I don't suppose it does, really, but I realise how my blog has developed over the years into a pictorial one. My early posts were far more wordy.
I have used my cameraless time to good effect - my creative output has increased especially on the sewing front. I made aprons for the children at Christmas and they proved so popular among the parents of their friends that I was persuaded to produce lots more. I have been working my way steadily through my enormous stash of fabrics - sorry I can't show you! Actually, my daughter sent me pictures of Ben and Millie wearing their aprons for some art activities so, thanks to email technology I can post these:
I'm hoping to replace my camera at the end of March but until then I will have to rely on the written word and my memory.