The One Armed Skier

This silly little thing was found in a flea market in Paris some time ago. He was hiding in a pile of junk and when we picked him out as being so pathetic that he just had to come home with us, the stallholder wanted us to take the lot. Baggage restrictions meant that we simply could not but neither could we leave him behind, so to the great amusement of everyone in the market we paid for him and took him home with us.
Here he is, poor nameless little thing, skiing away in tiny little circles in the garden this morning.