Olympus XA2 at the beach by Jacqui Booth

Jacqui Booth / August 20, 2016

Well, there’s been a little gap (which has since grown into a very big gap) as life got in the way.  Predictably, the house mamil rather inconsiderately threw himself off his bike one Sunday evening and is still is recovery.  I’ve heard more ‘ows’ than you can shake a stick at in the last few weeks.  It’s been…interesting.  I also went to Odense and Copenhagen in Denmark using public transport from door to door, which was an experience.  Shortly afterwards I took my driving test.

So, this is from a time gone by, when the house mamil was away cycling to Paris and my eldest was traipsing around the Derbyshire countryside with an extremely large backpack.  My sister and I decided that it was a really good idea to go away with a baby and my youngest (it was, actually) so off we went in her campervan to Hunstanton.  I stayed with the boychild in a tiny floral-ish tent that smelt faintly of curry.  I’d diss the previous occupants but they were brave enough to take a floral tent to a biker festival, which I gather attracted a few comments, so I’ll leave them be.

I think my naughtly little sister (to give her her full title) may have become faintly pissed off with me taking pictures and filling her van with sand, because we’ve not been away since…

Or it could have been when I left her in the van for the ‘short walk’ I took from Old Hunstanton to ‘New’ Hunstanton that took a little longer than anticipated and took in the local suicide spots, then an ill chosen sprint back along the beach.  Of course, you can’t sprint on sand – and there were photos to do.

Or maybe it was that she couldn’t move even into the middle distance without me taking a photo of her holding her baby…

Or perhaps it was my unwisely chosen dungaree shorts.  I started out with a sensible pair of thick tights…but it degenerated badly.  I pulled them into some sort of decent state for the photo but it will forever be THAT weekend with the shorts.

Ah well. We survived!


AND she must have forgotten about it as we’re going away again soon (don’t show her this).

Obligatory film using up shots, back at my fave shortcut in Leicester:

Developed in the kitchen using Digibase C-41 Ready to use pre diluted softpacks.  The temp was 25 as it was such a hot weekend but I followed the 21 temp instructions…which in retrospect was lucky, I think.

52 Rolls - Week 3: Canon AE-1. Ghosts by Jacqui Booth

Well, 36 shots is a lot to take.  35 came out okay (one was of me) and it seems a heck of a lot to inflict on folk, but praps if I make them small it won’t be so bad?

I continued with my idea of starting at my doorstep and working outwards.  I was interested to find that if I felt self conscious taking a shot it came out wonky – so a couple have been straightened up in Lightroom to overcome my ineptness when taking photos as my neighbours whizz past in their cars (I tend to be greeted with “I saw you…” which is kinda worrying).

There’s three main things going on here – the park, the fields near the house and the graveyard which is stupendously popular for some reason.  Try as I might to loiter around on my own I always find myself skirting around avoiding folk who drive in, do whatever it is you do at graves, and drive off again.  One of these days I fear someone is going to give me an earful (perhaps someone I lobbed a snail at, but that’s another story).

The park was sad.  There’s no two ways about it.  Full of memories of the kids being small.  Not always good ones.  We are unfortunately to be blessed with a familial group of children who we’ll call the Twatlets.  Feeling safety in numbers they managed to make sure that my eldest’s visits to the park were generally unpleasant.  But even the benches make me sad.  Memories of talking with other exhausted mums about our worries for our children, which haven’t necessarily abated over time.  But there’s happy stuff too – endless stamping across the tiny play fort, getting dizzy on the roundabout, or on the climbing frame with my tiny cousins.  But very much a mixed bag of emotions that wasn’t an easy thing to take.  I stayed and sat for a while, until a bewilderingly shouty dog owner came in and started stomping around.  Time to leave.

The next day was a bit of a tour of my old favourites.  The two fields are a familar place where I can just about pretend I’m somewhere else, though one was too muddy to bother with.  The mud v reward quotient near home is very low and I’ve learned not to bother.  I went as far as graffiti bridge and headed back.  On the plus side I had the place to myself – a real rarity round here, where there are people EVERYWHERE.  I explored a new bit near the railway bridge on the other side of the road where I marvelled at the ability of stoned folk navigating the steep dirt path a couple of years ago.  Not that I saw them, but as I stood on the bridge in the dark I could hear (and smell) them…so I let off my camera flash.  All went quiet and I giggled all the way home, knowingly imagining their paranoid befuddlement.

And so onto the graveyard with its iron railings, lurid flower displays, sad fake roses and my fave one armed cherubim.  And strangely constant stream of visitors.  Christ, it’s a popular place.

Then – after bottling it earlier – it was time for the lightening struck house.  No-one was working on it, though with my back to the shops I felt a bit conspicuous.  Questions will be asked next time I’m in the chemist.  Late last summer I sat on my bed with my scared son, looking out of the bay window, not too close to the glass though in what I considered to be a wildly conservative precaution.  As I sagely spoke about how safe we were, there was an almighty bang.  Lightening had struck and a protective urge (that I was relieved to find I had) caused me to cover my scrawny lad.  Still, the utter danger of the situation was not quite realised until the three fire engines arrived and flames licked ferociously out of the gable end.  My kids now have pretty good reason not to feel reassured by anything I say…

So that’s it.  I guess I should do the technical stuff.  In fact – let’s have a heading:

Technical Shit: Cold water developed

Expired Kodak Colour Film ISO 200

Pre soak 20 deg water 2-3 mins, with waggles
Dev 20 mins at 22 deg, inverted and stuff continuously for 15 seconds, then agitated every 30 seconds
Water rinse 20 deg 2.5 mins, with waggles
Bleach 10 mins, agitated every 30 seconds
Water rinse 20 deg 2.5 mins, with waggles
Fix 10 mins, agitated every 30 seconds
Water rinse 20 deg 2.5 mins, with waggles
Gloves on (at last?)
Stabiliser, in a jug, film chucked in for a minute

Hung in garage, gloves off, accidentally handled carcinogen covered film whilst wet anyway.  Duh.
Moment of panic that nothing had happened.

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