Poor Piglet

I spent a couple of hours in Peebles today and found poor Piglet lying lost and forlorn.

I spent ages trying to get a decent shot of this guy.

He (or she) was not in the slightest bit bothered by everyone else walking past - but everytime he saw me with the camera he was off and I had to follow and find him lurking in the grass.

I even tried getting down with the daisies to sneak up on the fishing trip.

No joy.

So I headed to the pub and sank into a nice old leather chair for a cooling pint.

I spoke the the owner of this Moggy Minor.
It was in pristine condition (including under the bonnet).
He claims to have stopped putting it in for concourse competitions because he was getting embaassed winning all the time.