My mum bought me my first DSLR six years ago, the Canon 400D. I loved it, and I have used it tirelessly over the years and have taken good care of it. This summer, I finally felt that I’d messed around with it long enough to warrant an upgrade, and I splurged on the 60D (above). I was so excited, and I really, really love it. It’s a fantastic camera.

Because it’s pointless to own both, since I’d never use my old one, I decided to sell it. It’s great, because good DSLRs don’t depreciate as much as other technology does (like laptops, for instance). Lo and behold, as I was telling a friend this, she told me she’s been meaning to get an DSLR and she’d love to buy it off me. I was pleased to be able to sell it to her rather than put it on eBay, and I’m really glad it’s going to a good home. She took it off me yesterday, and it felt a teensy bit emotional. It sounds stupid, maybe, but pretty much every great picture I’ve taken for six years was on that camera. It went on a lot of trips with me. It’s apt that selling it is enabling me to take a trip. And my new love sits snug in my bag.