Stranraer's inaugural 'Oyster Festival' was a fabulous event. The festival organisers, the people of Stranraer, and their funders and supporters should all be proud of what they made happen.
An early 1930's No 1 Pocket Kodak Junior folding camera. I'll never use it, but a sample of its capability is shown here ...https://www.lomography.com/magazine/11313-kodak-eastman-no1-pocket-junior-you-will-not-be-disappointed
A rural evening scene from near to Annan in SW Scotland on Thursday, juxtaposing industry and agriculture. The grazing animals brought to my mind African savanna, and the part decommissioned Chapelcross nuclear power station, Chernobyl. Much of the outer infrastructure surrounding the fast breeder nuclear reactors at Chapelcross remains after the toppling of four large concrete cooling towers about ten years ago. The hills to the left are down in the English Lake District, and the masts on the horizon in the Solway Firth.
I've recently got hold of a Techart Pro autofocus adapter for my full frame Sony A7II. It's a third party device with a Leica M connector that exploits the excellent Sony phase detection and now allows me to use all of my adapted Minolta, Pentax and Russian M42 mount lenses with reliable autofocus. I've got the tactile physical controls you can only get with fully-manual glass, and on-board sensor stabilisation that makes them every bit as functional as camera specific OEM ones. To say that I'm chuffed is an understatement. I did a shoot yesterday with lots of moving subjects and I reckon my productivity doubled. My concern about increased battery usage was put to rest when over the course of 700 exposures in 8 hours, I used a battery and a half of juice with three spare charged batteries unused still in my bag. Awesome :-)
Throwback commuting at the Scottish Vintage Bus Museum near Dunfermline. A vehicle lookup reveals its registration is for a 'Guy Arab II' 8.4 litre diesel bus first registered in May 1948.
Saltburn is a four hour walk from Runswick, but just a 45 minute bus ride away. We followed the Cleveland Way footpath and stopped about 9 miles through for a couple of pints and a jacket potato. The sun was beating hard and my face knew all about it.