Regular reader Treve Kneebone has sent me a picture of his newly acquired Leica X1, the camera I have declared a Leica classic. Not the X2, not the latest X-E version, but the old slowcoach itself, hailing from the early teens. Macfilos seems to be gathering a rare old society of X1 fans, headed by Mister X1 himself, John Shingleton down there in Australia. Treve (he was born in Cornwall and his local first name is pronounced Treeve, not Trev) is the latest to succumb. He found a mint X1 and has set about personalising it.

A keen Chinese Leica photographer, Saigon Matches on Weibo, has had a little accident with his M9. He had it perched on a high balcony in order to get an atmospheric shot with his D-Lux. Instead he got more than he bargained for when a gust of wind sent the Leica plummeting to the ground.

Deciding to buy the new MacBook was a protracted and difficult process. I sat on the fence so long it hurt. In common with the entire industry back in March, I was immediately captured by the thin format, the footprint smaller than a sheet of A4 and the brilliant retina screen which, after all, is a known quantity from MacBook Pros, iMacs and iPhones.