Hark, someone doth calls out to me. I shall turn thusly in the saddle, in the most awkward and back destroying manoeuver I can accomplish without falling onto my face, whilst holding this hawk. Keep riding forward noble steed whilst I look back longingly towards nothing in particular.
‘Unknown Artist’ Pshaw! That’s obviously Bruce Pennington in his ‘every planet is made of pastel-coloured coral or the middle of a well-sucked Crunchie bar’ period.
Which must be why you posted it on a Friday. Thank Crunchie!
I’m more puzzled about how long Neddy can hold that position without falling over – that tail must be really heavy to act as a counterweight.