Number 86...

...appears to have been part of some Satanic ritual. Even Minnie gave him a wide berth, although she eagerly ran up to all Gormley's other incarnations in the belief they were real people. At nearly 10 years old, it was her first visit to the beach, and she didn't know what to make of it at first. She coped very well with the soft sand, the sticky boggy sand and the rough sea, where we had a paddle to wash off my muddy wellies and her messy paws. She's now sleeping soundly on the sofa after her adventure, unscathed except for gritty fur after being sandblasted for a couple of hours in increasingly strong coastal winds.