I stroll most days as it happens. Most days the rain isn't horizontal anyway. The other morn the sun shone, the wind blew but it was a tad mildish. I found the Pentax P30 lurking on the floor so loaded it with old fogged HP5 film I have and enjoyed the stroll on a village beach [there are 3 here] and snapped happily way.
With crappy old fogged film you can snap at will, this way and that knowing full well it is probably all in vain - but the act of snapping is nice all the same.
Home again I sloshed the film in Bromophen paper developer and you know, it's not too bad although the snaps are kind of boring. Sorry about that.
Have I ever told you I actually paid a little bit of money out and traut myself to an old Barnack a while back? No? Well I bought one for a mere trifle really. It's only about 80 years old too - so quite cutting edge I suppose. The twin rangefinder and viewfinder take some getting used to - and the rangefinder is a tad on the dim side. But hey, it is a Barnack :-)
And no, I have no Leica lens but am using either a Jupiter12 of Industar61 I already had. Lovely all the same. I managed to shoot a whole roll of masterpieces with it only to find I hadn't loaded the film right. All lost.
But here is one I made earlier. At the harbour and everything.
Out there on the saltings, flapping about an all. Only this time they weren't flapping about. They were sat sitting and everything. On a little island in the saltings just oop the road. How dare they!
A fisherman came along - all rubber and gore-tex - waded straight through the water, flicked his string-on-a-pole at swimming fish as he stood in that there wet water. The fishes ignored him. Obviously.
I wandered up. flapped my arms in my best birdy impression so the real birdies flew up into the windy wind stuff. Oh, how I laughed. Laughed till I cried. Or it might have been the wind that made me cry. When I say 'cry' I mean tear-up sort of thing.
I snapped the whole scene up with my stealthy camera - a venerable 6x6.