I can empathise with the woman who writes, in today’s Guardian, about her efforts to hang onto her ancient Nokia flip-phone. It’s getting harder and harder to live without a smartphone. It’s virtually impossible to buy a ticket for any event without one. I could get texts on my old guys’ ‘feature phone’, but it was the devil’s own job to send them. A few weeks ago I wasn’t allowed in a particular pub because I hadn’t downloaded their app. So, with some slight reluctance, I now own an Apple iPhone SE.
Licenced today: farmland in the Eden Valley, near Great Salkeld, with Cross Fell and the North Pennines in the distance…
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