Remember Wesley? Well this is bastard son of Wesley, Morris (Tin) Miner!!!

He looks rather dapper don’t you think? Of course his being a tin miner is reference to our village’s mining past (though strictly speaking he should be a copper miner because the only tin works here were streaming works and they didn’t produce much tin, copper was the big local industry).

He was lovingly made and his lineaments finely crafted, just like Wesley, by Howard, one of our near neighbours. I have not spent much time in Howard’s company but he seems like an extremely nice chap.

Morris is our village’s entry to the local scarecrow competition, an annual event, held each summer. I think he’s so good, how can we fail to win? I use the term ‘we’ liberally because of course it will be Howard’s glory if we do, but the whole village will rejoice in any event. Howard’s effort should certainly be recognised and rewarded.

I photographed him yesterday too but bounced the shot in favour of the Bedruthan Steps shot instead.

I find myself now two hundred miles from my beloved Cornwall tonight and as miserable as sin. (Actually, I’ve never quite got that saying, I think sin is a lot of fun on the whole and not miserable at all.) So, I’m as miserable as a wet weekend!!!

My world returns to one of pollution, traffic and crowds as of now. Ugh. I wonder if anyone would notice if I crept back down the A303 and hid under the kitchen table in Cornwall?

Last year I was shooting my favourite man and two years ago I was coming back down to earth after a wonderful week's holiday in my favourite place, yep, you've guessed it, Cornwall.