My little dragon...

There are some inanimate objects that cry out to me more than others. Sometimes when I am walking along a beach a pebble or piece of driftwood will call my name and I have to pick it up, pocket it, and take it home.

I was in Southport yesterday and, as I wandered around one of the many shops, this little chap caught my eye. He was the only one of his kind that I could see in the shop and there was something about him that seemed to say ‘take me home. I want to be your friend’.

Well, what could I do? He’d reached out to me and besides he was in the sale at only a fiver.

‘Come on old fellow,’ I said as I took him out of the shop, ‘let’s get you home and find you a nice place to sit in the sunshine.’

So here he is, my little dragon on the red brick seat that I made him high on the wall of my back yard enjoying the sunshine. He doesn’t have a name yet, so if anyone wants to suggest one please feel free to do so.

Looks happy doesn’t he?