Cleaning wagons on walks….

23rd November 2012

I’ll need to ask my partner in crime which village we strolled in when stumbling across this carwash. I remember it being costal and disappointing. I also recall buying thick tights from a bizarre discount store as I whinged in the cold until I was fully layered up.

This young lad, despite being demure in nature was the only one of the clan to kindly agree to have his picture taken. He was quiet and had a calming gaze… a lovely subject who did not push for the image to be taken and instantly distracted me from chilly ankles and a sniffly nose.

Im knackered, so just a short post ce soir..OAO xx