I’d originally left him where he was because I thought that his small owner’s mum was bound to come looking for him.
Three days later, I figured that if he was there, he’d definitely been dumped. And there he was, still sitting in the rain…
Pictured here with a friendly local Buddha, he’s actually quite an elderly gentleman, in fact something of an antique. And because of what he’s been through, I’ve called him Jude after the Patron Saint of Lost Causes.