I have wanted to make a sculpted form of Badger from Wind in the Willows for a long time. It was a favourite book, read by my dad as a bed time story. He loves it as much as we do and he did the best voices. I know it causes many politico's colly-wobbles, read it as a tale of knowing your place and of the English class system and it will do just that. However, if you read it as a damn good yarn and a tale of adventure it is a wonderful story for children.
So sources worked up and the ideas fixed firmly in my head and fingers, Badger is emerging from the Wild Wood. Tim found a wonderful off cut of beech, whilst on his travels, this will be the intended plinth.
In the mean time, our cat seems to have decided to get in on the act. This mornings present, left carefully on the doorstep for me to find, was a rat. Chi Chi is remarkably proud of his rat.
BUT IT IS THE WRONG KIND OF RAT.