The land is off the Tarka Trail heading toward Barnstaple. These shacks are owned but deserted and I often return to take pictures as they fall into disrepair. I mean fuck, gimmie a model and we can shoot form French Vogue.

She’s sniffing here. Doberman’s have a highly tuned sense of smell and that sniffer is going all the time. She’s doing so well now. She cowered constantly when we first got her due to the violent abuse at the puppy farm we rescued her from. She’d be whipped across the snout daily. That’s what the scars are from, the specks of white in the next photo down on her snout. Now she only gets kisses, walks and treats. And look at her coat now. That’s her diet showing. Before, her hair was patchy and lank.

Spooky place and someone’s been staying there. Great for pictures though.