Using a 100 year old camera

Being stuck indoors more than I would prefer recently has had a profound effect on the amount of time I've been able to dedicate to hobbies old and new (AKA buggering-around-in-the-garage). I recently passed my 30th birthday (*groan*), for which my partner very kindly bought me a near 100 year old Kodak No. 1 Pocket camera. I would have been very happy just having this photography relic as a decoration, but I have now managed to get some photos out of it! There were a few versions of these old folding cameras from Kodak, but here is the version that I have from somewhere around the 1920s. 


Hello everyone. As I begin typing I am very concious that I'm about to add to the already overflowing sewerage system that is Internet blogging. But despite my natural urge to close myself off from the outside world and cocoon myself in my bedroom, it's always nice to share a story! So with that in mind, from time to time I might share my opinion on a groin-grabbingly interesting topic, and I might tell a story or two from my ever increasing collection of ludicrous experiences (mainly due to ludicrous friends).

The first story I'd like to share is a of a recent cycling trip I did with a two friends of mine, James and Sam. On the 14th of September last year we headed over to Ireland on the ferry and made our way to Mizen Head, south of Cork. We then battled though 7 days of headwinds, horrendous weather, mad Irish murderers and grouchy B&B owners, up to Malin Head the most northern part of Ireland. I might expand on this at medium length in a future post! If you're looking for a TL;DR though: a great time was had by all (apart from that little bit where I thought we were going to be murdered), but perhaps we'll go to cycling in France in the summer next time eh?

Malin Head: Time for a victory protein bar.