The crowd’s fevered anticipation was palpable. For the first time ever blipfoto was throwing open the doors to the vast warehouse where all your blips are stored in cardboard boxes. Dozens of them. All sorted alphabetically, numerically, date order and subject matter. Which is a lot to be asking of a cardboard box. I couldn’t find any of mine until I looked in the skip out the back. Mrs FP had volunteered as a tour guide. “Suivez-moi (that is not English for follow me)” she cried as they entered the labyrinth.

The dog and I waited outside for what grew to be an unreasonable amount of time.