The very first noisybeak hammerhead, Harry, sits with me on the sofa every day, good tv or bad tv.
My good ol’ Harry is looking a little tattered, and very stained now, yet so much better than when I first met (made) him. Because love can really transform a person, and hammerhead, and everything.
The smallest scraps were pieced together with visible stitches. Some awkward shapes gave away, and I mended it as I went along.
Gordon, while freshly made, looks scruffy, loved and ready for love. Good catch, I’d say.