memories to hold on to

When I went to camp as a child, my mother used to send me off with two disposable cameras: one that was waterproof for hikes to waterfalls, and one normal one on which I could capture the friends that I made with whom I was inseparable for a week, but after that week, whom I would forget forever (as this was before mobile phones and Facebook). Years later, the only records that I have of these friends are the ones that I captured on my disposable camera and waited eagerly to receive back from the developer. I would take the prints home and write the names of my friends on the back: Rachel, Rebekah, Hannah, Katie. I would make my mother listen to the stories of our time at camp, and for a few moments, she would oblige me. Then I would put the photographs in my special album and slide it onto the shelf, sending Rachel and Rebekah and Hannah and Katie back to the recesses of my memories.

Disposable cameras still have that allure for me today, and when I saw the train journey reminder emails stacking up in my inbox, I knew what I had to do. There is nothing quite like capturing a memory in 35 mm and waiting for months to hold it in your hands. I regularly shoot on an old Minolta, but with limited baggage space and several short jaunts across Europe, I opted for my old friend, the disposable camera. They are an adventure, with their fixed focus and odd reactions to light, but when you receive the blue-tinged prints back, they give you instant nostalgia for memories made just a fortnight ago.

So here they are, the nostalgia-filled frames of my early summer adventures from Clermont-Ferrand in France to the English countryside to Norwegian fjords to bicycle jaunts around London on a hot summer day. I am remember wistfully already for the summer that I am still living.

Here are two images from Clermont-Ferrand, France, where I visited family friends. The first is sunrise from the window of the room in which I stayed; the bottom is from a walk round the city.


It is easy to take for granted the small moments of living life in an artistic community. We live near Exmouth Market, and we went out for coffee with some of our friends and ended up looking like an advert for salad or feminine products.


We had our charity’s conference in Nuneaton, Warwickshire, in a manor house surrounded by fields. I live in the centre of London, so it was amazing to actually get to spend some time in the midst of nature.


And of course, Norway. I have already blogged about it (here), but here are some of the moments that I wanted to be able to hold in my hands.

DSC_2838DSC_2841(the picture above was taken by Peri)


And finally, from my last few days here in London. Sometimes I forget to really see this city, which is ridiculous, because millions of people come every day for the chance to explore my home town.


One thought on “memories to hold on to

  1. I love this post so much ❤
    Weren't the old times somewhat better?! 🙂 I miss them..
    can I ask what camera exactly you used for these? I'm thinking of getting one, too!
    Love your writing by the way.


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