Been a little busy since I took this but kept on meaning to put it up. It's not really that great but could add to by Chainsaws collection. I'm not sure how relevant the chainsaws thing is really because I think I started calling them chainsaw art because the first one I saw was made with a chainsaw, however the more I look at them the more I doubt that premise.
This little chap is in in Didsbury and in in Didsbury park to be honest, which is a little less interesting than Granada Park in Denton, or perhaps it's more interesting, it's really a close race there. Anyway, I was so tired tonight I was going to forget it but since I didn't want to disappoint I decided to put it up.
The tiredness came from the Great Cycle Manchester. My training for this even consisted of two months of flying twice a week, drinking a lot, eating restaurant food every night and not cycling. I may have slipped with my training, two weeks cheated and I didn't fly or eat restaurant food, but I held strong on the no cycle rule. You would have been impressed with my resolve. I was less than impressed with the results. I completed 26 miles in 1 hour and 27 minutes which was rubbish, after all that junk and lack of training I was only 8 minutes over my last time where I was cycling 10 miles a day for. So tell me now... why should I bother?
After a bit of an unsuccessful day in many respects, here's another one of those chainsaw sculptures that seem to be popping up everywhere. This one isn't as good as the others, but the picture probably doesn't help because the camera had problems with the sun in the background.
The problem today started with the fact there are two Walton Halls and my GPS only knows about one of them and you can already guess whether it was the right one. So after travelling in the right direction for a while, I assumed that the strange diversion was just me not really knowing where Walton Hall was. As we approached Liverpool I realised that this was all going wrong. A quick check on the web got me the correct post code and so we were back retracing our steps back to just outside Warrington. Whilst it's a wee bit small and there's not a great deal there we did spend a bit walking around the gardens and then spent much longer watching my Daughter fail to play mini golf.
With no time this weekend we were coming back from the bike shop with my broken bike (well not too broken) I remembered an owl that I wanted to take a picture of, so I had to hop out and take a picture. Of course just like the the Squirrel this too has been carved from a tree trunk.
It's less impressive but it's a better picture that makes is feel better and it even tells you that it's East Victoria Park as if Victoria Park is big enough to have an East, West, North and South.