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An Old Wheel

Mum has taken to selling her homemade produce to farm shops. So far it has turned out to be a modestly profitable enterprise. On one of her latest sales runs to the ramshackle Mickleton Nurseries Farm Shop, near the village of Mickleton, Glos, I took my camera along and found an old wheel I liked the look of. 

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David J said…
A lovely photograph...

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