
                saveToGallery="true"      
                showCaptureIcon="true"
                showGalleryIcon="false"
                showToggleIcon="false"       
                showFlashIcon="false"
                debug="true"
                enableVideo="false"
                confirmVideo="false"
                defaultCamera="front" 
                @loaded="onCameraLoaded"
                @photoCapturedEvent="photoCaptured($event)"
                @errorEvent="onCameraError">     
</CameraPlus>

And here is the associated methods
onCameraLoaded(result) {
    this.cam = result.object;
    console.log("Camera loaded...");
},

onButtonCapture() {
    console.log('Take Picture');
    this.image = this.cam.takePicture({ saveToGallery: true });     
},

photoCaptured(args){
    console.log("ARGS - ", args)
},

I would also like to mention that I have registered the component in the app.js file like so: Vue.registerElement('CameraPlus', () => require('@nstudio/nativescript-camera-plus').CameraPlus);
Any help would be appreciated.
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Dan “the Hill Man” Reider leads the group up 21st Street to Sanchez in 2009’s Seven Hells of San Francisco ride. Photo by Frank Chan.
There’s good news and bad news about the “Seven Hells of San Francisco,” an urban bike ride that takes you up and over seven of the City’s most famous peaks.
The good news: It’s a great sight-seeing ride that passes through lots of San Francisco’s neighborhoods, from Golden Gate Park to North Beach.
The bad news: It’ll put you in hospital.
I rode it recently just to see if I could do it. I’d read about it online, and it seemed like a fun challenge. After all, these hills are just hills, not mountains, and I’ve ridden up and over Twin Peaks and Telegraph Hill many times. How bad could it be?
Well, it’s brutal. Think of “The Wiggle,” the famously flat path through The Haight that avoids all the hills, and turn it up at a precipitous angle. The “Seven Hells” is the anti-Wiggle. Instead of finding the flatest routes through the city, it takes the steepest paths possible.
Take Twin Peaks, for example, the highest hill in the city. Riding up Twin Peaks isn’t a problem if you take a route like O’Shaughnessy and Twin Peaks Boulevard, which winds up the hill like a coiled snake. But the Seven Hells route chooses Warren Drive, a quiet residential street that takes a more direct path from base to summit.
In fact, the Seven Hells ride pretty much follows this list of the steepest grades in the City. Most of these hills are 25% or more — and some are 30%. That’s about as steep as city streets are made. Some of these hills have steps for pedestrians instead of sidewalks. You can’t even ride down them because it feels as though you’re going to pitch over the handlebars.
The Seven Hells is an annual ride that is held every July. The first ride was in 2008, and each year, it has attracted larger and larger groups of masochists. It is organized by Dan “the Hill Man” Reider and publicized by the San Francisco Bike Coalition. The route differs slightly from year to year, but it’s the same hills. It incorporates Twin Peaks, Mt. Davidson, Castro Hill, Telegraph Hill, Russian Hill, Nob Hill and Pacific Heights. I rode the 2010 route (here’s the route; and map) It’s about 30 miles.
Of all the hills, climbing up Nob Hill via California St. was probably the easiest, because I could at least sit in the saddle for most of it. The others are so steep, I had to stand on the pedals and zig zag across the road. On three occassions, the grade was so steep my bike’s front wheel lifted off the ground.
The first couple of hills were fun (in a perverse way). The next couple were a challenge. Hills five and six were bastards. And I visibly shrank in my spandex when I turned the corner and looked at the last hill looming above me: Divisadero Street up from the Marina.
They saved the best for last. This one nearly gave me a heart attack. Luckily it’s terraced, so you get a brief rest between each section of steep. This road is no fun to ride in the road; there’s way too much traffic. I rode on the sidewalk. All the way up, my heavy, labored breathing was punctuated by the sound of gunned engines, squealing rubber, and slipped clutches.
Some of the road choices are a little questionable. Or at least, these are not roads I would normally ride because of the traffic, not the grade. I took the sidewalk on California Street and Divasadero.
It is advertised for stronger, experienced riders. I’d characterize myself as a fairly strong rider, and was able to make all the hills without stopping or pushing my bike. I was surprised that I was able to make it up some of them. At the bottom, you look at this ribbon rising up at an impossible angle and wonder if you can possibly ride it. I was pleasantly surprised that, yes, I could.
Best of all, it has reset my definition of a hill. What I used to think of a hill now looks basically flat. 
More details from the SF Bike Coalition (search on page for “Seven Hells”): “This year’s ride will revisit some favorite old monster climbs including Dalewood, 21st Street and Divisadero. Expect some surprising new nasties that will make it hard to keep two wheels on the ground. And yes, extra credits are back as well.” Click here for route directions and route map.
PS: I rode this as part of my training for the Death Ride, a 130-mile bike ride through the High Sierras. I’m doing it to raise money for blood cancer research. If you can, please donate to The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society here. Many thanks.
Having always fooled myself that I have something better to do, I've never watched This Morning before.
I have nothing particularly against it, but I just feel those crucial daylight hours from 10am to 12.30pm are for seizing the day, and not for gently vegetating in front of the TV.
Far better, I always thought, to vegetate in front of your phone, or your laptop with YouTube playing clips from films you've watched 15 times before.
Nonetheless, people are always going on about This Morning and I hate to feel like I'm missing out so I sat down to watch it.
That day it was hosted by Eamonn Holmes and his Ruth Langsford.
Like all good hosts, the pair had chemistry which I guess you'd hope for considering they're married.
Throughout the show they flitted through the big topics of the day such as vaccines and the possible side effects, while cutting to various bizarre segments on giraffes and camping.
I understand the need to keep it light but it felt slightly jarring to be considering the pandemic one moment, and the next having Peter Andre trying to sell me a campervan.
There was much excitement on screen and on social media about some big announcement from Eamonn planned for 11am.
It was pretty exciting as I was imagining he'd be announcing his own run for London mayor or his jump into a new career as a show ski-jumper.
Except after the all the bells and whistles it was just that he's going to be a grandad.
Exciting for him I'm sure, and maybe for people who have tricked themselves into thinking the man in the screen is their friend but for a first time viewer it was a bit of a let down.
The show worked as something on in the background where the odd interesting snippet, such as that Andrew Neil cooking to a soundtrack of A Tribe Called Quest or the mention of something rogue like she-wees, could distract from whatever boring task I had to be focusing on.
But sitting down to two and a half hours of talking heads would have been a chore in non-pandemic times, but with most of the guests dialling in it felt like a