First this looked too twee and fairytale, so I added loads of black and now I can’t shake the feeling that this is some kind of fairy black market drop spot. “Meet me by the twinkle tree at midnight and don’t forget the goods.” said the wood fairy, adjusting his balaclava.
The thirty seconds it took to get from the station to the car with my suitcase just happened to be the thirty seconds of an otherwise sunny day that it hailed. I sense weather gremlins at work!
Complete with straw hat, suitcase, and suncream. I recon he’s fluent in many world languages, including pigeon. Pigeons always know whats going on in citys.
Or Dragonhorse. I love mythology. I also love my flatmate who wants to have a selection of grave goods when she dies that will mess with future Time Team presenters; like a roman sword and a gameboy.