There is a very large naked woman on the plinth at the mo.
She, Suzanne P, looks just like my nude, if only I had a long arm for my camera, about 90 miles. She is a truly statuesque naturist. Frustrating. It is dark, wet and windy so she is extra brave.
She has a mac on the table in front of her and is talking to a guy in Los Angeles.
Strange world.
Aha found her portrait on the site [one&other]

rain

When it is sunny the cows are stood up and friendly. [bullocks?]
but when it rains they lie down and ignore everyone.
So you can tell that the rains have finally arrived and we and Hattie the dog are mooching round the Clamp, hoods up and wellies on. Well not Hatters obviously. The green shoots of recovery/winter wheat are a welcome sight after two months of drought. The Other Retired Person likes to potter about collecting the sweet chestnuts at this time of year, so we can spend hours with sore fingers preparing them and then forget to get them out the freezer for the turkey stuffing. This year they look rather thin, perhaps lack of rain. The apples and pears were very good so I guess it must all be a matter of timing, as is so much in life.