Yesterday was, as I said yesterday, a good day.
It was also, which I didn’t say, a bad day at times. I generally try not to mention the bad times unless I can see humour in them, as I don’t want to depress readers or transfer my real life reputation for moaning to my blogging life.
That’s why I didn’t mention the Gregg’s breakfast at the M18 Services. It featured an idiot, filthy tables and ketchup. I could have dealt with the idiot and the filthy tables, but I asked for brown sauce. If I’d wanted ketchup I would have asked for it. And the day I ask for ketchup in a bacon sandwich will be the day we see Satan wearing ice skates.
In the afternoon I hit a wooden post in a car park.
It wasn’t easy. First I had to reverse past it without either seeing it or hitting it, then I had to pull forwards and damage the door and wing in one easy motion. Two months ago someone scraped the car while it was parked and three weeks ago a bus clipped my mirror and took the cover off it. I’m hoping that bad things really do, as my mother used to say, come in threes.
As I took the final photos at Bempton my camera card filled up. I cleaned a few off and managed to get all the photos I wanted. After fitting the other card I took some shots in Whitby, including a Cormorant, a Redshank and eight Pied Wagtails at the side of the harbour. I also had a go with some of the camera settings taking shots of the Abbey and churchyard. You could almost see Dracula. Some of them were really good shots, as were some of the shots of fishing gear. I was quite pleased with them.
Unfortunately you’ll have to take my word for it. After viewing that card I put the other one in the computer to load shots for the blog.
Twenty four hours later I still can’t find it or remember where I put it. Nor can I think of anything else to write about.
So, as I say, borrowing heavily from Dickens, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Tomorrow I may find the missing card, but if I don’t I hope to find some inspiration.