My camera had a fall last month and was fatally injured. I took it to the mender who shook his head but all, it seemed, was not lost — due to the surprising perspicacity of a camera manufacturer who is not British (that may be something to do with it) all the new versions of my camera, which was quite old when I was given it, are interchangeable. So my expensive lenses all fit a newer (still not quite new) camera body. Not only that but all the controls are the same which is nothing short of a miracle!

I have been out testing my new-to-me Nikon D3300.

These girls, picketing the sea wall at Frampton marsh, were not impressed.

Nor were the lowest highland cattle in Europe — below the sea-wall at Surfleet, way below sea level!

Always a challenge –white flowers or butterflies. Convulvulus on what we used to call wasteland.

Ultimate test — Kettering station with its back to bright sunlight. Amazing — you can still see the people to whom I can now give an alibi — must check that the camera time and date is accurate!

Seems okay to me!