A Trip To The Mythological Garden Centre

We'd only popped into Reg Taylor's Garden Centre for a Rozanne geranium, a bag of compost and a cup of coffee.  Imagine our surprise when this cockerel pointed the way . . . 

. . .  to the Swan Sanctuary, which had been taken over by both savage and playful beasties . . .

The swans were frozen in graceful flight . . .

. . . and this larger-than-life spider was also in a state of perpetual immobility, thank goodness . . .

We witnessed the birth of a dragon . . .

. . . and rejoiced in the exultation of these sculpted figures . . .

. . . though we soon came down to earth with a bump, and realised that life was not always so jubilant . . .

In a dark corner of a copse we started to feel distinctly uncomfortable . . .

. . . so much so, that we hastened by this faceless green lady, though we coveted her wide-brimmed hat . . . 

This alabaster-like Ophelia, however, was not as protected against the sun's glare . . .

For one crazy moment we thought we'd time-travelled to Spain . . .

. . . but soon realised we'd simply walked into a Grimm's Fairy Tale . . .

. . . or perhaps . . .

. . . a horror movie . . .