Henry the Imp
Henry was a commission for our neighbours and friends. They had seen a Stone Imp in a Garden Centre and fallen in love with its grumpy expression. It sits in their fireplace with a deep scowl on its face, and its legs tucked deep under its chin because it hasn’t got a mate. Though he now has a friend, carved out of oak and polished with Danish oil, they are waiting for some female company. Will they fight over her or share her affections when she arrives. Will we see?
