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| 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 . . . |
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| . . . to the Swan Sanctuary, which had been taken over by both savage and playful beasties . . . |
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| The swans were frozen in graceful flight . . . |
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| . . . and this larger-than-life spider was also in a state of perpetual immobility, thank goodness . . . |
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| We witnessed the birth of a dragon . . . |
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| . . . and rejoiced in the exultation of these sculpted figures . . . |
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| . . . though we soon came down to earth with a bump, and realised that life was not always so jubilant . . . |
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| In a dark corner of a copse we started to feel distinctly uncomfortable . . . |
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| . . . so much so, that we hastened by this faceless green lady, though we coveted her wide-brimmed hat . . . |
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| This alabaster-like Ophelia, however, was not as protected against the sun's glare . . . |
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| For one crazy moment we thought we'd time-travelled to Spain . . . |
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| . . . but soon realised we'd simply walked into a Grimm's Fairy Tale . . . |
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| . . . or perhaps . . . |
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| . . . a horror movie . . . |
