Up early this morning and off to look at yet more motorhomes. There are so many to choose from, it gets to the stage where too much choice is pretty much the same as no choice at all. The problem is compounded by the fact that I intend living in it for two years, as bad as buying a house.
This is Molly a two and a half year old West Highland Terrier. She is my friend, companion, and totally incompetent photographic assistant. to be fair though she is good on landscape shoots, reasonable when flora is the subject but bloody hopeless with fauna.
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