Dogtrousers
Lefty tighty. Get it righty.
I walked up the Pyg Track with my dad when I was a young teenager. I remember being pretty knackered.
Incidentally my dad was the ultimate anti-selfie photographer. I went through boxes of prints and rolls of negatives to find some pics to print up to try to engage my mother's mind when she started losing it. What did I find? Mountains, mountains and more mountains but no people. Occasional pictures of the dog.
Incidentally my dad was the ultimate anti-selfie photographer. I went through boxes of prints and rolls of negatives to find some pics to print up to try to engage my mother's mind when she started losing it. What did I find? Mountains, mountains and more mountains but no people. Occasional pictures of the dog.