Darkness, Chaos and Mayhem descend on Third House
You should be trembling. Are you trembling? I can wait while you go read some Lovecraft to put yourself in the right mood.
I apologise for the appallingness of the photography. Sigh. The daylight was against me because the demarcations of dark and light were unhelpfully extreme, but the main thing is that I can’t figure out how to turn on the ‘sports’ setting on my gorblimey camera. I thought it was on, but clearly (or rather, fuzzily) it was not. This is another one of these ARRRRRGH situations: I’ve only recently figured out how to turn the flash on. It’s like six steps which you have follow exactly and I don’t do ANYTHING exactly.* I want to do something like flick a switch and it FIRES. There are too many buttons, dials, screens, knobs, pop-outs, status boxes and poltergeists to this camera. Somewhere there is an Ariadne with a ball of yarn to help me find the heart of the sports-setting labyrinth but she hasn’t turned up yet.
Meanwhile you will have to accept these as blurry proof of the declared topic. I’ve decided, that’s DECIDED that some of action shots which are mostly smudge should nonetheless be included because they give you the idea.
Hmm. This one originally had a caption reading ETC. As in havoc, anarchy, pandemonium.
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* Including raising puppies. I’ve decided three dogs is a lot of dogs. The whippets were smaller. And I was younger. And Peter still went for long walks too.
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