Warning: Cameras and rain don't mix.

When the alarm went off yesterday morning at seven, I jumped out of bed in excitement. I was off to the MotoGP at Donington... then I drew back the curtain and saw the weather. It was just a litte bit grim here in Middle-England.

I got there in plenty of time, set myself up at Craner Curves for the first practice session - the 125cc series and started shooting away, despite the slight drizzle. All seemed ok. The next session was the practice for the main event - the MotoGPs. Again, I carried on shooting. The rain got a bit heavier.

Halfway through this session I made my way towards another part of the circuit by which time the rain was even heavier. After the session I decided to go indoors to check what I was getting and dry off a little. This was when I realized the day wasn't going to go as planned. My 30D decided it didn't want to work any more.

I dried everything off as best as I could, but to no avail. All power was off. I wasn't the happiest bunny in the land.

I spent the afternoon watching bikes go past and wondering about the great shots I was missing out on. It was halfway though the afternoons qualifying sessions that the camera decided to wake up again, so I quickly stuck a lens on the front and shot away for the rest of the day.

When I got home I loaded the days work onto my PC and was pleasantly surprized by the results. The smile came back. Even more so when I found that we'd got ribeye steak for dinner. Yum.

The moral of the story is in the title. I must get myself one of those sock-type thingies so that I can still shoot away like a mad thing in the typical British summer.

Come on JT. You can do it.

(Apologies for the length of today's drivel - and thanks for reading if you got this far)

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