This week, summer made a welcome return to Scotland, and Terry and I decided to make the most of it by having some days out – and, in my case, wearing some of the clothes I know I’m probably not going to get the chance to wear once we’re thrown back into winter again next week.
On Monday, we headed out on the first of our planned adventures, with the intention of taking some blog photos along the way. All was going well, until we arrived at our first stop (a cute little ice cream store), got out of the car… and immediately realised we’d forgotten to bring something quite important with us.
Not some other, less significant piece of blogging equipment, but the ACTUAL CAMERA – as in, the one thing it’s pretty impossible to take photos without. I wanted to slap myself, seriously.
I bravely tried to take some snaps with my phone (because I may have forgotten the camera, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I forget to bring my phone with me…), but none of them came out well, so I was plunged into that whole blogger angst thing of, “If I have a day out, but I can’t blog about it, did it even happen?” Well, it DID happen, and it was actually kind of nice to be able to just relax and enjoy it without worrying about getting that perfect shot. I mean, I don’t really subscribe to the idea that documenting things prevents you “living in the moment” – as I said in this post, I actually think it lets me appreciate things more, most of the time – but it was still nice.
Bloggers will be bloggers, though, and lucky our route that day was a circuitous one, so we were able to stop by the house and grab the camera, before heading to Linlithgow, which is where these shots were taken. Of course, by that point my dress was horribly creased from sitting in the car for so long, and my shoes were starting to pinch a little, but still: we can’t have everything, can we?