westcountry snapper heads north...

I like to start my journeys fresh. So after a wedding in which I managed to break both my flashguns, I popped a few drunk people home in bristol and then drove to london for a blistering few hours kip before heading through hemel hempstead and nearly through a red transit van up the m1 in the pourning rain. With some beautiful but argumentative company i progressed grumpily and swiftly up to places where it says 'The South - Manchester' and to our destination.


Pictured is young Benjamin the latest addition to my long lineage. Very sweet but not for long...I'm his uncle.