Almost perfectly, a little robin flew down and landed on a fencepost. I froze, and Henry did too. This little robin stayed politely on the fence post, I raised Kenneth to my eye and...everything was black. Bugger, lens cap...no, there wasn't one on, it was in my pocket where I'd left it. I checked the viewfinder again, but it was definitely all black. The robin stayed on the fence, waiting for me to realise.
I'd hit the "SET" button and activated Live View - flipping Kenneth's internal mirror up and blocking any light getting to the viewfinder. In the trade, we call that "fucking stupid".
So, I missed my National Geographic award-winning shot of a cute little robin. But it's alright, I had gorgeous Henry to pose for me, instead.
That was nice of him. We spent a few minutes up the Hill and Henry took Kenneth to try his hand at DSLR photography. His shots were pretty good, and he got a quick crash course in basic composition rules (IE not sticking the subject slap-bang in the centre of the frame) before we headed off towards Huncote with the intention of going to Annabel's in Enderby.
We never made it, instead deciding the weather was too unpromising. The horrible grey skys had long since rendered Kenneth pointless, but we carried on walking and did a full circuit back up the B4114 to Croft.
Of course, it was hell when I got home - the puppy was filthy. I gave him a quick bath, but he's still not clean... To be fair he wasn't spotless when we left. I think Henry's more worried about his feet...a bad choice of footwear. I know that feeling...
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