A long while ago, when the nights did not draw in so early and there was still a little warmth in the autumn air, Northern Man and I went to Rome for a few days. We did all the usual things: side-stepped the ubiquitous umbrella salesmen, stood in inconvenient places to read the guide book, stared at ruins with no real idea what they were, guessed which wine to drink from the extensive lists and ate pizza. We also, and this is not in the guide books, went monster hunting. Here are a just a few....
... and my particular favourite ...
So, my head filled with the idea of mythical beasts, I decided to have another go at a dragon. Here he is ...
And, when he gets tired of hunting princesses, he can sit down for a rest ...
... and my particular favourite ...
So, my head filled with the idea of mythical beasts, I decided to have another go at a dragon. Here he is ...
And, when he gets tired of hunting princesses, he can sit down for a rest ...