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Jaguar I-Pace after one year: A stunning electric car but poor charging infrastructure lets it down

A familiar sight for EV owners. No more messy petrol or diesel, instead you jut plug it in like an electric fire. Here you see Ionity's new bank of chargers at the Cobham Service Centre on the M25 London periphery motorway. A cover would be welcome...


Just under a year ago, I took delivery of my second electric car, the Jaguar I-Pace. It was already nine months old, but it came with a very high specification and cost around 65% of its original new price. Despite the travel restrictions that have prevented my usual crop of long-distance journeys in the UK and Europe, it has been an intriguing experience.

Electric Cars: Like it or not, most of us will change to an EV within the next ten years. Are you ready?


For all my adult life I’ve been a petrol head. I got my licence at the age of 16 and lost no time in buying a motorbike. I rode bikes for 40 years, enjoying every minute, and even managing to incorporate powered two-wheelers into my career. This love of motorcycling ran in parallel with a passion for cars.

The joy of taking delivery of a new car, even if it's had a previous owner. Enter the Macan S, my last diesel motor...
The joy of taking delivery of a new car, even if it’s had a previous owner. Enter the Macan S, my last diesel motor…

I’ve had the lot, from my first car, a Hillman Imp, through Renaults and Citroens to Audi, Mercedes and BMW. I’ve owned no fewer than four Minis, one back in the day when they were like roller skates; three in this century with the BMW influence. I’ve had love affairs with Golfs, especially the GTI, a sober couple of years with a Volvo, ditto with Lexuses.

But it was the Porsche 911 that always got the juices running. I’ve had three of them, two 996s and one 997, although I have never owned a “real” 911. Our Australian contributor, John Shingleton, is a real 911 nut and much prefers the raw excitement of 70s Porkers to the effete modern designs with all their in-built caution.

Sober days

In recent years, though, I’ve forsaken the 911, turning my attention eventually to a Macan S—a car that has the Porsche build quality and style while hinting at the handling a real Porsche. Let’s face it, though. It’s an SUV. You can sit behind the familiar wheel and fascia thinking you’re in a 911 but…

In 2015, I got the electric spark when Nissan kindly loaned me a Leaf for 18 months. I took part in a national survey to assess the impact of EV charging on the national power infrastructure. At the end of the least, disappointed in the miserly 85-mile range of that early Leaf, I returned to pistons and conrods. First I bought a BMW 2 series, thinking it was all I needed. Of course, it was. But it wasn’t all that I wanted.

Is it time for you to plug in to the future of motoring?

Enter the Porsche Macan, the elephants’ graveyard for old 911 hacks. I loved that car, but I couldn’t overlook the gathering clouds of diesel doom. Diesel had become a dirty word, especially in London where road-use charging has been imposed for congestion in the central area and (soon) emissions in wider London. We’ll soon have to pay to drive the car to the supermarket. Unless that is, it’s electric.

In the EV market, though, things had moved on apace. The range had improved dramatically and, perhaps it was time to take the plunge. That’s when I encountered the Jaguar I-Pace.

The 2019 Jaguar I-Pace, an exceptionally handsome beast that matches the Porsche Macan and delivers blistering performance. But how does it fare when it comes to range, charging and cost? Find out tomorrow.

To EV or not to EV?

Tomorrow I’ll be writing about my experiences of owning a “real” electric car over one year and 7,000 miles. My annual mileage has been severely curtailed because of Covid. Otherwise, the car would have been to Berlin at least once and would have been pounding up and down the British motorway system. It really wasn’t the year to change cars and, in retrospect, I should have kept the Macan until all this is over.

The big questions hanging over EVs remain. How far does it go on a charge? How long does it take to charge? Where can you find a charger? No one asks much about performance (it’s blistering, in case you’re interested…) or any of the other usual questions relating to a car. The fact that it’s an EV trumps all the arguments.

So how did it go? Please read my review of one year with the Jaguar, to be published on Macfilos tomorrow. Find out if I’ve had my fill of electric vehicles or whether I’ll be back for a third helping.

Cars & Cameras: A match made in heaven

Beautiful air intake on the BMW 3.0 CS [Leica SL, 75mm Summicron SL]

Cars are made to be driven first and foremost. But at a very close second, they are made to be photographed. From the exotic to the mundane, the striking lines of cars represent the visual identity of humans in a particular era better than any other object. And even though a car’s sound is an essential part of it, I would still pick a still photograph over a video to capture its essence.

The M Files: Not quite Leica M… But really interesting

On Kodak Portra 400: Evening on Constance’s promenade. Konica Hexar RF with Konica M-Hexanon 50/2.

The hype seems never-ending: used Leica M film cameras continue to post new price records on the second-hand market. A good copy of the highly sought-after Leica M6 might easily cost more than €2,000, with prices having at least doubled in the past ten years. The M6TTL fetches even more. Is now time to think about alternatives?

Solitude, a dog, a bicycle and a new-found love for Leica


“That’s it, wind it on, line up those overlapping squares,” said Dad, his giant leathery hands demonstrating the actions. “That’s focusing, so your pictures don’t come out blurry. Now, press the button, GENTLY, he encouraged. “And always have the strap round your neck so you can’t drop the camera,” The Minolta. “A year’s wages for some people,” said the Dad with a wink. (Make sure the strap is round your neck.)

Leica SL and 24-90mm Vario Elmar
Leica SL and 24-90mm Vario-Elmarit

The projector whirrs to our smiles or concentration. There’s Mum on skates. Or my brothers, lit by Hitchcock one sunny, stormy-skied day. There’s me, the baby, suckling at a milky bottle in my gigantic perambulator as Ian carefully chews a dandelion stem.

Time is stopped. We all live forever. Smile.

Leica Q
Leica Q

I’m ten!

“But why can’t I come?” I wailed.

“There’s only room for three and you’re too small to be of much help,” Dad explained, rolling his eyes invisibly. Since our Mum died, he had been short on patience.

“But I can’t stay here on my own”, I wailed. “I’m ten! What if you don’t come back?” I wanted to be in the van with my brothers, the big boys, up high, looking down on all the things I usually had to look up to, like pillar boxes.

“Stop grizzling”, said the Dad.

Leica SL and 24-90mm
Leica SL and 24-90mm

I wasn’t grizzling (grizzling is to crying as drizzling is to rain). And crying was not for small things like missing out on a van ride or being left alone in an empty house.

“Son, you’re on your own now,” is what I heard. I watched from where the garden gate should be as the borrowed van with its trail of blue exhaust smoke diminished at the road’s end. Head hung low, I walked slowly back to the doorstep and sat down as my Dad, my brothers and the assorted contents of our home turned the corner. They called it moving house, I called it leaving home.

Leica Q
Leica Q


I never shed the feeling of being alone, homeless on the inside. Sometimes I called it solitude, other times it was loneliness. I was hurtled, free-falling into rage, later into alcohol or wandering blind in the fog of weed. I took a camera as companion. Together we made notes to debate and relate as we fell in love or watched children be born while houses and places came and went. Still, I grew disconnected and other. I found successes and failures found me as I scribed a big messy circle back to isolation. And then came sobriety.

Leica Q
Leica Q

The camera still hung around my neck like a talisman. It was my outsider’s passport. I could be anywhere, my face behind the lens, my purpose to be outside looking in.

Decades passed, therapists and self-help books scattering from my flailing, out-turned pockets until, little by little, I shed the drive to mend my flaws and instead made use of my separatist nature. At 54, I have settled into relationship, bought and rebuilt us an isolated derelict house on the marshes to make home. I am what I find myself to be. I keep taking pictures.

Leica M10-P and 50mm Summilux-M
Leica M10-P and 50mm Summilux-M

Born to isolate

When the lockdown came, I cackled inside. I was born to isolate! The company we run suddenly stopped making any demands on me though the wages still came. At first the days and nights lost their shape. I watched the sunrise from the wrong end of the day. I stopped shaving, slept in my clothes, feral and lawless with no-one to tell me what to do as nobody knew, not the elders nor the government. I felt ten again.

Leica Q
Leica Q

At 4am one March morning, I suddenly bought a Leica M online, enchanted by the heritage of mindful, spontaneous, intrinsically human photography. It arrived quickly and I cradled its dense, machined weight in my grown-up hands, bringing it to my eye and watching those familiar rectangles collide and divide through the bright-lined viewfinder.

Leica M10-P and 50mm Apo-Summicron-M
Leica M10-P and 50mm Apo-Summicron-M

STAY AT HOME, we were told. A new routine emerged. My partner would go to work, keeping the business running by herself. I was left with Flower, a 4-year-old Patterdale Terrier. We eyed one another warily.

M10-P and 75mm Apo-Summicron-M
M10-P and 75mm Apo-Summicron-M

“Let’s go for a walk,” I said. She wagged her stump of a tail, I put the camera strap around my neck, and we began.


Every day of the lockdown we go out. The house is surrounded by empty marshland and quarry laid still. We find decaying buildings, rusting pylons, tiny flowers, moonscapes of scraped earth where the diggers have been.

Leica SL and 50mm Apo-Summicron-SL
Leica SL and 50mm Apo-Summicron-SL

After a week, I graduate to a bicycle, the new Leica tucked in my half-zipped top to save it from banging at the handlebars. We stop a lot, Flower sniffs and watches, gaining a sixth sense and making her way into every shot. She learns the meaning of ‘get the fuck out the picture!’

We share water when I stop for a cigarette, me swigging from the bottle as she laps from the bowl stowed in my saddlebag. She knows that despite the shout, I love her. Sometimes she sees things I might have missed and waits patiently for me to spot the puddle of light or the buried plough like a shipwreck in the grass.

Leica M10-P and 75mm Apol-Summicron-M
Leica M10-P and 75mm Apo-Summicron-M

We get fitter as she learns to race me, flying along the empty paths and farmyard concrete tracks. A new concentric circle of adventure grows as we venture further, over fences, down and up the ditches. The perimeter of our endeavours is set by boundaries we cannot cross without a lead.

M10-P and 35mm Summicron-M
M10-P and 35mm Summicron-M

This becomes our patch, outlined in red on an invisible map that keeps us safe from encountering people but free each day to have our eyes surprised and filled. We see the same subjects often though the light is ever changing. How is this day different? What does my eye fall upon today? The future has become nearer, this day, this hour, this 1/2000 sec. Here I am then, solitary and in isolation. Accompanied by a camera, a bicycle and a dog. This land is home. Everything and more that long lost 10-year-old boy could want.

M10-P and 50mm Summilux-M
M10-P and 50mm Summilux-M


Fieldworks ( has become a small Instagram showcase on the theme of solitude and isolation—the nuances of being alone, set on the windswept marshes at the East Sussex and Kent border. It is perpetually curated by my eldest daughter, Maud, locked down 50 miles away along the same south eastern coast. The collaboration brings discipline and purpose to the practice—a demand to supply and an attentive audience of one who decides what to share and how. Thank you, Maud.

M10-P and 50mm Summilux-M
M10-P and 50mm Summilux-M
M10-P amd 50mm Sumilux-M
M10-P and 50mm Summilux-M

A note on Leica

It’s just an opinion but I have come to believe that Leica employs people who deliberately set out to enchant and entrance innocent photographers. I was happily using a very capable Nikon Z7 for work and after a run with the Fujifilm X100, I had settled on the Sony RX1R for travel and unexpected opportunities. I needed for nothing.

Leica M10-P and 35mm Summicron-M
Leica M10-P and 35mm Summicron-M

In February 2020 I made the mistake of looking into the Leica Q, watching the odd review on YouTube and so forth. And soon I was lured in by a very affordable Leica Q-P. This, it turned out, was a gateway camera. The M10-P followed in March, along with a weighty silver Summilux-M 50mm (f/1.4).

Before I knew it, I had added 35mm & 75mm Summicrons, and in the midst of lockdown (and the middle of the night), I found myself in the car park of a deserted service station on the M25 doing a deal on the holy grail of M lenses—the APO 50mm—truly a jewel to behold.

Soon after I got to wondering how the M lenses would be with an EVF. I bought the designated M accessory but the idea I could use these masterpiece lenses on the SL kept nagging at me. And obviously, if you have an SL, it would be plain rude not to try out Peter Karbe’s pride and joy—the SL lens, with autofocus! I bought and sold the monstrous 24-90mm zoom, although it is a spectacular piece of engineering, and have now settled with a prime (or four) for the SL2. (Did I mention that upgrade?) The tale does not end here but be warned. Leica is not your friend though the pictures will make you forgive them.

Cameras used for these pics:

  • Leica Q typ 116 (fixed 28mm)
  • Leica SL typ 601 (Vario-Elmarit-SL 24–90 f/2.8–4 ASPH, though we try to run a zoom-free household)
  • Leica M10-P (35, 50 & 75mm Summicron – all f/2 & 50mm Summilux. (50mm is my true love)

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Shooting marine landscape with Leica M9 and M-Monochrom


Despite the current restrictions, why not take a twenty-minute virtual trip to Brighton’s cosmopolitan seafront and join Leica photographer Kris Pawlowski on YouTube?

Macfilos gets the Covid vaccine: Jabbing on an industrial scale in one small corner of London

Is Mr Macfilos here? An efficiently organised, socially distanced queue and a prompt on-the-dot vaccination

Your editor has been vaccinated against Covid. Early this morning the receptionist at my local surgery called. Could I be at the health centre at noon today to get my Covid jab? Too right, I could. I suspect I got a cancelled appointment, but this didn’t diminish the excitement after all the miseries of 2020. Perhaps a new dawn has broken.

Soldiering in the Sharqiya before the birth of modern Oman


A few months ago Flickr sprang to life and I received a curious email: 

Hello sir .. and I also thank you very much… I am very happy. I saw my grandfather who died before I was born .. and there is no picture of him… Now I saw it from among the group of these pictures… I thank you very much… I live in Qalhat. My family also lives in Qalhat—Regard, Abdullah”

What’s going to happen at Leica in 2021?

The CL, introduced in 2017, has not been a runaway success. But an updated verison with IBIS could bring the buyers back (Image Leica Camera AG)

Over the past couple of weeks, we’ve seen several Leica rumours surfacing—some old, one new. The most interesting from my point of view is a leak of a forthcoming upgrade to the CL.

Decisive moments in wildlife photography Down Under


Last month I received some images recently taken by daughter-in-law Rachelle. She’s a journalist and photographer who sets the bar way too high for me to jump. But it is a lot of fun having someone like that in the family.