Dummkopf

Being, as suggested by the title, a dummkopf, I have left the photos I was going to scan in Shrewsbury. This is not easily remedied as one is on the train out of Liverpool Street on the way home to Ilford.

In lieu of ancient, possibly hilarious, certainly embarrassing scans of a youthful caddyman, please accept this photograph of the Wrekin, taken from the grounds of the Wroxeter Hotel:

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