What an adventure for a Fox - first to be hauled from the quarry and then born onto a small wooden banker (a banker is the workbench stone carvers use), and shut in a shed with the sounds of nature and the moors calling outside. Then came a solitary plinth, hot bright lights and white walls and lots of hands stroking and voices - after which, back to the shed. Then in a sudden rush, bundled and packaged and carried and turned and put in a suitcase, zippered up dark.
A long, long journey on a train, suitcase carried and trundled and bumped and banged, to the end, a station throng with bodies pushing and rushing, and one smiling, friendly face, and a new home.
Yes! My arms did ache a bit, but I'm very happy as Fox is now part of a lovely new family and settling in well.