There I was, in Novemeber, in my wellies, in a field, in the mud. In the distance you can see a glow of all the people at the bonfire night celebrations, huddled together keeping warm singing along with the music waiting for the fireworks to begin and here I was, in the mud with my tripod… but look how pretty it is.
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Otis has his moments, like ruining what was going to be a distinctly average photo.
I’ve got a website and I’m learning how to make it go!