Meet my scarecrow - and the one on the allotment next door. Credit for ours has to go to the rest of the family including the in-laws who master-minded a fabulous papier-mache head. Unfortunately I am still finding traces of its hair made from some noxious synthetic substance which will never, ever, biodegrade in a million years, but there you go...
Unfortuately my other man aka the scarecrow did not survive the winter of 2009/10. Despite our best efforts the wind funnelling up from the Vale of Belvoir got the better of him, as it does of so many things. He was fun while he lasted though!
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