When you're not looking....

When I'm in my nine year old head (which is increasingly often these days!) I believe this wood elf has a ball when the wood is empty of humankind at night. I reckon he gets down from his stump seat and takes a stroll through the trees and meets up with the wood nymph and the witch (who will look less grumpy when she isn't frozen to the spot)and they go off on all sorts of adventures with the owls and the rabbits and the foxes......cue Jennifer's Rabbit

I've blipped him several times before, usually trying to bend my arthritic knees into the lotus position to emulate him, but today I thought I would blip him sideways on looking out over the wall and into the field and wood beyond.