Women seem to love walking uninvited in front of my cameras, Pete. (Almost to the point of distraction to be honest!)
Yes Pete, a "gottle" of gear was in order, and we high-tailed into Harrods. (Which sells everything, including gottles.)
Guerilla buskers! Lovely!
In Harrods, which you can see in the image, I was having trouble with my 7d. I had inadvertently pressed a mysterious button (or combination thereof) and suddenly it was showing too much junk in the wee screen on the back (such as a histo-bloody-gram among other things) that rendered the captured image awfy wee and I couldnae see it well. So while the girls sampled chocos I backed myself into a relatively quiet corner somewhere in the Chocolate Hall and tried to figure out how to change the view. Failure! Until a young chocolatier happened upon me and asked me if I would like to sample some chocolate. I said, "No thank you, but do you know anything about bloody digital cameras?" Yes! He had me sorted out in a jiffy and we had a fine chat he and I. However, as we chatted he kept glancing nervously around. It was clear he was being watched.
Thank you for the comments, Pete.
