While there will be more entries in the saga of the UK trip forthcoming (I’ve been distracted these past few weeks for a number reasons… more later about that is unlikely to have much detail, but I’ll say something about it in a bit), let’s listen to this worthy request from someone for you to be aware of a thing worthy of your awareness. Don’t worry about who this is from, if you don’t know them it doesn’t matter.

I am writing to ask if I can enlist your support in letting the world know about www.ifoundyourcamera.net

As you are surely aware via my Facebook page, I lost my camera 2 weeks ago and have been working like a bloodhound to try to recover it.

In the course of my search, I came across a website started about 9 months ago by a guy named Matt Preprost (sp?) out of Winnipeg, called www.ifoundyourcamera.net. Basically, he provides a reunion service for “Found Cameras and Orphaned Pictures”.

Some of the photos submitted from people who have found cameras are recent; but others go back a number of years or even decades. And as you might imagine, they are from all over the world: often from people who were abroad on holiday or attending weddings, etc, and who then lost their cameras and all their images. In the nine months his website has been active, Matt has managed to reunite at least a dozen people worldwide with their photographia.

The success of this ongoing project relies on a “viral” number of eyes visiting the site, in order for photos to be recognized and reunited with their owners.

Both as a photographer and as a believer in The Golden Rule, good Karma, whatever, I wanted to enlist your support for Matt’s website using the power of the Intertubes. Would you please visit www.ifoundyourcamera.net and take a look at the pictures posted there, in case you recognize anyone? I’d also like to ask if you would spread the word about this very worthy project to your parents, your friends and colleagues, both at home and abroad, and create a blog entry to publicize the site.

Losing the equipment is unfortunate — but it can be replaced. Our photographs of a new experience, however, are a very personal perspective that cannot be reproduced. In losing my images of Argentina, I’ve lost my unique vision of what most struck me about that country. I am crushed right now, and all I can think about is getting my pictures back, and getting others’ back to them as well.

Thanks in advance for checking it out, and for helping me to let the world know about Matt’s site.

And “thank you” to this person for telling us all about this. HUZZAH!

Believe it or not we’ve only got to Day 5. I know this is taking me a long time to tell this story of my trip, but what with the continuing balderdash of the motor accident my heart just isn’t often in it.

A brief word about that by the way: the motorcyclist is improving (I keep meaning to get back to the person who told me this but I keep being distracted by things; my bad), so all there is getting better for him. However, I can’t seem to get a solicitor to even reply to an e-mail, fax, or even good old fashioned letter post. So the latest correspondence went to the Canadian High Commission in Canada House on Trafalgar Square. Let’s see what sort of diplomatic service can be done.

Meanwhile, here’s the tale of woe explaining how you do not get from Stratford-upon-Avon to King’s Lynn; unless you are determined to have interesting video to post on your blog when you return.

It’s a bit of a large long file, and runs just under 7½ minutes, so you might want to get a refreshment.

I arrived at the hotel in King’s Lynn after becoming lost in the town and having a nice restaurateur explain how to get all the way back through town to the hotel where I was supposed to meet up with my ride to the dinner. I had possibly the fasted pint of my life and felt none of the usual effects after it.

When I attempted to locate the restaurant the next evening in order to give the man my commerce, I could not locate him. I believe he only existed long enough to help me, and then vanished until someone else needs assistance.

This fall, I will find him and enjoy dinner there. And I will get there from the hotel by taxi.

Oh yes.