Travels in a Tin Can

preserved for posterity on our digital camera, to be replayed infinitely
whenever we need a laugh.
By the end of her session Emma was an expert dolphin swimmer,
communicating with her new friends via sounds such as 'bree-ka-ka-ka'
through her snorkel and even diving a couple of times while they followed her
moves.
And my role during these escapades? Well, I was the official observer
and record keeper. This task involved watching Emma (easily done and
something I have considerable experience of) and taking photographs – a
little trickier. It is hard enough for me to take good photographs of stationary
objects, I just do not seem to have the hand to eye coordination/intelligence,
but to add in moving targets just seemed unfair. Unfortunately I could not ask
Emma to stay still, let alone get the dolphins to do this, and so I snapped
away (taking movies and still photographs) and hoped for the best. To my
credit, well actually probably due to the Japanese technology I was using, I
managed to get some photos and (more usefully) some short films of Emma’s
exploits. As the session went on I was actually getting rather good at timing
my actions so that I pressed the button to take a picture just before there was
a good shot, giving the camera time to react. And then the battery ran out....
long before Emma’s designated time in the water ended.
It was with great reluctance that Emma swam to the edge after her
allotted 40 minutes, however as she stood on dry land and nearly collapsed
with exhaustion she realized a longer swim would have been out of the
question. Her legs were now dead from the swim, joining her arms and
shoulders, which had paid the price for our canoeing madness in the