Death of the Streak
In mourning. Taking pictures this morning at Newhaven Harbour I dropped Mr Streak and he bounced slowly, oh so slowly, over the edge, into the water.
So this picture was taken with Mr A's fancy Canon.
Not sure what to do next. I'll have to rename the journal, obviously, but in the short term I am borrowing Mr A's G9.
I could cry, I really could. It's pathetic, I know, but that's how I feel.