It's been pouring with rain for ages now. And in front of The Fox, our village pub, the statue of BamBam, the tame red deer that died a couple of years ago, has been set up a few weeks ago. It's life-size, and carved from oak. But in spite of having been stained a reddish brown, it seems to be changing colour under the downpour. A commemorative brass plaque is ready now to be attached to the plinth.
Trouble is, this statue freaks out all the horses that are ridden past The Fox. They all shy alarmingly when they spot it. (They were terrified of BamBam when he roamed around the village.)