Friday, 14 August 2009
Thanks to his hirsuite appearance we joke, of course, that this is my Father.
We can only assume the real subject is Neptune, his hair and beard tossed wildly by the tumult of the seas of which he is God.
He's taking some down time here though and looks like he's just off to Henley instead of some far flung ocean chasm.
He is made of bronze which has weathered beautifully and he stands sentry on the patio just by the living room door.