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Instead of fretting about the BBC's choice of a female Dr Who, I processed another 100 pix today, in a little campsite near Beverley, North Yorkshire. It’s my kind of campsite: informal, without too many rules and regulations (just a hand-written sign: No kite flying). There was no wifi or bar, but, to be honest, campsite bars tend to be awful in all respects: decor, ambience, beer, food, staff and clientele.

I hear talk of the ‘cashless society’; maybe it’s here already…