We’ve been really spoiled for holidays this year as Mr Knightley has taken long-service leave. Speaking of Mr Knightley, this visual gag was his idea and I was so excited by his taking an interest in my humble blog that I almost fell over myself hooking these bells up.
After I took these pictures, in a rather lame attempt at yarnbombing, I decided to leave the bells there to brighten someone’s day, then immediately regretted it as we were pulling out of the carpark. A surfer had stopped to glare at the display with his hand on his hip, shaking his head in disgust. Oh no! I didn’t mean it! Had I just littered? Was I destroying the fragile ecosystem of the coastal reserve? Would I return to find echidnas strangled by my little bells and wallabies in the last stages of wool-poisoning? Just what is the protocol for yarnbombing anyway?
Maybe I should go back after a bit and take them down.
And bring a shovel for all the dead endangered wildlife.