Some am-dram actors know how to play to the gallery. And shamelessly do so.

Apologies to Noel Coward for the title.
NB: This photo shows me so I didn’t take it, obviously.

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is called Pumuckl. He comes from a long line of seafaring forebears but has for the time being settled in Munich in the workshop of a carpenter.

He has lived through various mediums over the last 60 years: children’s books, radio serialisaton, long playing records and music tapes, a tv series, a muscial, and now, apparently, crochet.
PS: In Germany it is has been judicially forbidden that parents name their child Pumuckl. Regardless of their hair colour.
PPS: Yes, I did crochet this doll and another one for two of our grandchildren.

There I was trying to photograph these blue flowers, a variety of plumbago, when an orangey brown thick something crossed my lens.
The thick moth was a hummingbird hawk-moth. I only ever saw one once before, at the time thinking I had spotted a hummingbird (which do not live in the wild in Europe). So this new chance encounter was very lucky. I had no time to adjust my shutter speed and just kept clicking.

Reviewing the photos on my bigger screen at home, I was very gratified to see that I had managed to capture at least a recognisable hawk-moth.


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