So here we are up in Yorkshire (well, it's up from where we live). 2 weeks to discover the Dale's having never been here before.
We're in Ripon having just enjoyed a lunchtime concert featuring a few teenagers in singing solo in the cathedral, for the first time I suspect.
Stepping out of the cathedral l hear a clink of something hitting the stone floor. Simultaneously my vision goes blurred.
Oh no, not again. A few weeks ago this happened with the left lens, now the right one had fallen out.
On the first occasion I found that the frame closure screw thread had stripped and the tiny screw had done a runner. My repair solution was to wind a few turns of copper wire through the screw hole and then consolidate it with a good blob of solder.
Now in the middle of Ripon my previous endeavour was not going to be of much use. After a few minutes we had migrated up to the market square where a possible solution presented itself in the form SpecSavers.
So in we went and enquired if SpecSavers could save my specs. 'Let's have a look at it' said the charming lady, 'Oh yes, it just needs a new screw. (Said in her reassuring Yorkshire accent) Take a seat for a few minutes, Luv'
A few minutes pass and she reappears 'Sorry Luv, SpecSavers can't save your specs. The screw is still in there and there's no way I can remove it'
Plan B kicks in. I explain my previous solution to the charming SS lady (I was tempted to type 'frau' there) who directs me across the square to the Yorkshire Trading Co. where I can buy a bit of wire to effect a temporary repair. We search the YTC high and low for wire. Nothing. It's one of those places where you can buy anything, except wire, that is. 20 years ago they would have had a card of fuse wire which would have been ideal, but that's obsolete now.
A possible Plan C comes to mind.
We head for Haberdashery. I ask my wife H to find a reel of strong thread from the extensive range of cottons on display. She chooses a subtle shade of grey, priced at £3.50. That's half the solution. We now locate the glues department, where I feel more at home, and select a cheapo 2 pack of superglue. I convince myself that the 69p outlay is justified on this occasion.
Back out to the square, we sit on a bench and get to work. Having located the lens properly in the frame, we bind half a dozen turns of thread tightly around the joint. While H keeps the thread tension up I drop on a drip of CA.
After a few minutes the CA has cured and one last operation remains. We need to cut the thread off. I try to break it by hand. No chance, I'm move likely to do a cheese cutter job on my fingers. I try biting it but to no avail. Then H comes up with the answer - an emery board out of her handbag. So we file through the thread.
JOB DONE.
The only downside to this saga is that I managed to drop some CA onto my favoured Craghopper walking trousers. There's no way that is going to come out so I'll always have a reminder of the time we saved my specs in Ripon Square. (Sounds like a cue for a song)
Brian