And the Porrera wine gang was all there

by  |  01-04-2016

As was usually when coming in from one of the trails around the village of Porrera, my dog had spotted a cat and ran off through the houses. We’ve been through this game many times before and he has trained me well. I head to the old stone bridge and wait for him, knowing his general whereabouts in the village as I hear the other dogs locked up in the […]
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