Dave

This little gnome has sat under our bird-table for years through all seasons and weathers. He's beginning to look a bit weatherbeaten and his bare feet must be freezing.
But he's a cheery sort who brings a smile to my face whenever I catch a glimpse of him sitting there.
I don't remember where or when we got him but I do remember how I liked him because he's not the traditional kind of garden gnome.
One of my children named him Dave and that's what he's been called ever since.