I went to Jessops today with a 35mm film to develop. A film that I found in my Diana Mini camera a few weeks ago, which I finished on holiday in La Gomera, but couldn't remember when I'd started. It turns out to be back in July on a camping weekend with a friend on the west coast. One of the long-lost joys of occasionally reviving old fashioned photography is the complete opposite of digital camera instant gratification: it's the surprise reminder of almost-forgotten experiences. Like summer days in December.
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