OK, so it's mostly kitchen stuff. After all, one can't go off to the Hebrides without a choice of garlic crushers, can one?
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Dog, BWV
It's a bit of a squeeze in the dog bed
The story so far
Judy spent from June 12 until October 4 in her Compass Suntor 400 motorhome, travelling through Scotland...
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- Preparing for the killer hedgehogs
- Yes, but which one is it?
- Briefly occupying my Mum's front hall...
- Well I dunno...
- The dog fits
- A woman, a dog, and a big white van
- Martin, Annie and Bon
- Bonnie can't open the gate...
- Blackwell Mill cottages
- A dip at Blackwell Mill
- River Wye at Chee Dale
- There are some tricky bits...
- River Wye below Blackwell
- Bonnie spots a fish
- Someone's lost the map
- Bonnie the mountain dog
- Local welcoming committee
- Yellow meads of Asphodel
- Wild garlic
- More Wye flora
- Cottage Farm campsite, Blackwell
- The new kettle
- Bonnie relaxing after a long day
- Guests for dinner
- Fatal if fitted
- Strange place for a van...
- Craneing?
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