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Sunday, September 25, 2005
Caravan
A short while ago, my former GP’s daughter got married and we provided the bar in a marquee in a field at the rear of his house. Behind the field was a caravan, of sorts, and I noted its existence as being somewhat photogenic. Today, I took these pictures (among others).
I used my new tripod!
5 comments:
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Nice photos. We had one of these caravans in the chicken run at the ale house when I was a young Mort. After all the hens died I used it as a Wendy House. The diseases I must have been rife with as a child. This was a deeply suppressed memory which I must thank Lois for having brought to the surface after 40 years.
5 comments:
Nice photos.
We had one of these caravans in the chicken run at the ale house when I was a young Mort. After all the hens died I used it as a Wendy House. The diseases I must have been rife with as a child.
This was a deeply suppressed memory which I must thank Lois for having brought to the surface after 40 years.
That was me.
MM
Wowzah! That cobwebby hinge looks like an alien head!
Top pics!
OMG! It does, Omally!
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