Its me again the man with the Golden Lens, once I carried a Bow and Arrow round the woods in Cheadle with my war paint on after seeing the Lone Ranger on his White 🐎. The trees were my shelter… Read More ›
Its me again the man with the Golden Lens, once I carried a Bow and Arrow round the woods in Cheadle with my war paint on after seeing the Lone Ranger on his White 🐎. The trees were my shelter… Read More ›