It seems like only a couple of weeks ago that I held my first daughter in my arms as the sun streamed through the delivery suite at 09:33 one hopeful spring morning. My daughter opened one eye, very carefully, looked at me, looking down at her, and then clamped her eyes shut. That my daughter’s first view of the world was her dear old Dad might explain a lot. For example, that Crox Minor (for it is she) shares my sense of humour, an appreciation of the surreal, and is mildly aspergic.
A subjective fortnight later, and you find that time has gotten up onto her winged chariot and hasn’t spared the horses, that tempus has fuged it quicker than a buttered ferret down a TeflonTM trouserleg, and that one’s tiny daughter is celebrating her twelfth birthday, as she did today. Her gift – long desired – is a Flip video camera. This is the Ultra HD model, which can, at the press of a big, friendly red button, record many, many yards of video of sparkling quality. We loaded the attendant software into my iMac and also the home Dell Dinosaur Dimension, and barely three shakes of a gnat’s crotchet later, we had uploaded Crox Minor’s first video
onto the Cromercrox Channel – to be sure, Squirty the Axolotl has an even smaller range of facial expression than Clint Eastwood, but it’s a start, and the days of my Dad’s Super-8 cine camera seem so very far away, now.
A project we’ve lined up is for Crox Minor to be chief videographer for the upcoming Cromer Is So Bracing event in which various blogospherical types converge on Cromer for a little light rockpooling at the Maison Des Girrafes Marine Biology Field Station beach hut. It seems so far in the future – the end of May – but time being what it is, I shall have to keep my eyes peeled. Blink, and I might miss it.