I finally managed to reunite my lost Canon G11 with it's lost battery charger last week. It's a long and boring story which centres on the video shooting requirements of a bunch of teenagers and subsequent not-lost-just-can't-find-it conversations. A replacement charger came from Hong Kong and fingertip search of the house turned up the camera. Which meant I once again had a quality and portable camera to always have to hand.
This meant that I had something with me on a great little walk in the Welsh mountains at the weekend. Some of the offending teenagers were force marched around the same walk which gave the whole thing a sort of satisfying completeness.