Almost certainly not. But lost pictures, the ones that got away, are always so much bigger than those you bring to land.
Around 700 pictures lost in a moment not of carelessness but by accident. Yesterday I was covering the protests in London against the Israeli attacks that are killing so many in Gaza. At first things were fairly sedate, with a march to Trafalgar Square and a rally addressed mainly by the usual suspects. Afterwards opposite the Israeli Embassy in Kensington things began to hot up, and noticing I was close to filling an 8Gb CF card I took it out of the camera and put an empty card in, slipping the full card as usual into my ‘secure’ trouser pocket – one with a zip where I also keep wallet and credit cards.

Riot police face the crowd after some of the barriers have been pushed down
Things did get a bit heated and at one point I heard my trousers rip, and glanced down to see a tear a couple of inches long. What I didn’t realise was that it had also torn some of the stitching of that secure pocket, leaving a gap more than large enough for a CF card to fall through.
It was noisy outside the embassy, with a police helicopter overhead and a near-riot on the street, so I didn’t hear the card fall through and on to the ground, probably when I rushed out to follow the police who were beginning to get seriously to grips with the protesters.
It was only on my way home waiting for a bus three-quarters of a mile away from the disruption that I put my hand into my pocket to look for my travel pass and found a large hole – and no CF card. I suppose it was fortunate that I hadn’t lost credit cards, wallet or ticket home, but I was really despondent to find my pictures had gone.
Even more annoying as I hadn’t really needed to take the card out of the camera when I did, because although I was right to think that things were going to happen, the police – perhaps understandably in the circumstances – stopped me from going to where I could take decent pictures. Shortly after they cleared and sealed off the area where I probably lost the card, and there seemed no point in going back to look.
I didn’t even have my name and details on the card, which I do on some along with the message ‘Reward for return’ so I think short of some miracle I’m unlikely to see the pictures again.
Until now, I’ve relied on putting full cards in a safe place. Actually in what I thought was the safest place, that zipped pocket where I keep my cash and cards. It’s a system that’s worked without fail for seven years. But yesterday it let me down.

Young Muslim women with faces painted to show support for the Palestinians in Gaza
I’d put a lot of effort into those pictures. Heavy stewarding made parts of the march hard to photograph, and I think I’d done a good job. At several times I’d been in interesting positions and photographed some great people and until I discovered my loss was feeling pretty good about the event. Losing perhaps four or five hours of my work isn’t really the end of the world but it felt close. And it leaves me with at least one rather tricky e-mail apology to write to one of the people I photographed and can’t send a picture.

A conversation at the front of the march
To avoid any chance of this again I think I’ll buy a large enough card to hold a full day’s work – perhaps 16 Gb so I never need to change a card when I’m working. It’s something I couldn’t do a few years ago. And I’ll be sure to put my name and address on it so there will be some small chance of getting it back should I somehow lose it.

Protesters carry a coffin to represent those killed in Gaza.
Actually I was lucky that I’d put two full cards into that pocket with a hole, and surprisingly the 4Gb one had stayed inside, with pictures from the start of the march. So at least I have something to use for the event.

Young men call for an end to the holocaust in Gaza
And there are just a few more I’ll put on My London Diary shortly. 2009 is starting rather late there.