Mar 2019, Mogo, NSW

From Broulee we take the Princes Highway up to Mogo. What must have been a quaint old town is to my mind, now a bunch of wooden shops all selling similar Balinese imports. Not being much of a shopper, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, I disappear in search of a loo and find a French bulldog in a suitcase in a very interesting little shop, whose name escapes me (the shop not the dog). It is opposite the public toilets and if you find it, it does have a dog called Ted, in a suitcase.