My drive to work this morning would have been perfect for the opening credits of a spooky melodrama; Dickens, Poe, Conan Doyle would have been in their element. The initially patchy fog intensified, in a spine-tinglingly daunting way, as we approached Exmoor and the garden of the newly monikered Lord and Lady Mantle. All began well and as we set about our work clearing another area the mizzle abated and we felt we were achieving something. Optimism prevailed. We even attempted some amateur archaeogocial exploration. We found what I interpreted as the final resting place of an ancient Celtic king as evidenced by a thigh bone, his precious shield, a golden hoop for a quick post-death game of croquet, and the remains of his store of mead and honey for his journey to the afterlife. Lord Mantle had a different explanation however, the artefacts are apparently as follows: the remains of someones lamb roast (bone), a broken shovel (shield), some smashed crocks (grub), a tent peg (hoop). Not sure what he based these assumptions on. Then a splash, a cry and Lord Mantle leapt into the pond to the rescue. No, and I am sorry to disappoint you, it wasn’t me it was my long-suffering camera. After some delving into the icy deep he found my now sodden camera, raising it into the air like The Lady of the Lake held Excalibur aloft (but obviously in a very masculine way). There had been a velcro malfunction. Still I am truly an idiot. I knew the velcro was dodgy after The Nettles Incident so I should have replaced the pouch. Idiot!
ps It went straight on the aga and is now continuing its drying out at home. The prognosis is not good.
Off The Edge Gardening 
Idiot or not, I hope your camera dries out! I would miss your wonderful photos! That is an incredible fog. San Francisco is also noted for its foggy mornings. We call it “air conditioning”.
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Don’t worry I have my “posh” camera as back up. I remember reading about the Californian morning fogs that keep the sequoias happy. I love the idea of “air conditioning”!
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Oh no, that does not sound good. I love your photo though, it reminds me of many a childhood holiday!
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Not good I’m afraid, I managed to rescue the SIM which had that days photos on including foggy Exmoor!
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I do hope your camera dries out, it has taken so many wonderful pictures. If it will cheer you up I used to work with a (male) radiographer who managed to drop not one, but two hospital bleepers down the loo – and we never called him an idiot.
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That makes me feel much much better, thank you!
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Other Half drowned his last laptop by chucking gin and tonic over it. He tried drying it out, but alas. I hope you have better luck with your camera.
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Ouch, not sure which would be a worse “dunk”… camera, or cell phone! Hope it dries out for you. By the way, I vote for the Celtic king theory…. after all, they found RIchard III in practically the middle of Leicester, right? 😉
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Hoping for a happily-ever-after ending, but with that beginning to the day, not to mention the presence of the Ancient Celt… I don’t know… 😉 Best of luck! Cameras have certainly become all-necessary these days!
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Think I will have to get another. At the moment it is in a box of rice to try and dry it out. Unfortunately I didn’t know that you are meant to remove the battery and must not turn it on for any hope of recovery. Oops (again)!
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I hope both of you are OK 🙂
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I am fine, the same cannot be said for the camera!
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😦 Time for a new one 🙂
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You seem to be rather hard on cameras! You got a great story out of it all, though.
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I am, hope my best camera is luckier!
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