When did you last make time to take a carrot for a walk?
ook Poppa – a giant carrot!” I followed the direction of Max’s, 7, pointing finger and, sure enough, coming towards us across the park was a vivid orange carrot with the most extraordinary crown of bright green leaves. As it drew nearer, we saw the carrot was being carried in the arms of an elderly gent, neatly dressed in a sober grey suit. Closer now, it was clear the carrot was made of paper mache but its purpose wasn’t obvious and curiosity couldn’t be contained. “Excuse me Sir, if you don’t mind my asking, where are you taking your carrot?” The man with the carrot stopped and turned as we approached. “For a walk, of course”, was his pleasant reply. My raised eyebrows obviously asked a dozen more questions because he went on by way of explanation: “I used to bring my octopus but people seem to be much more comfortable with the carrot”. Max nodded sagely and asked: “Is this the carrot’s favourite walk?” The man nodded and said: “We sometimes go to the railway station to watch the trains but there, most people are in too much of a hurry. Here in the park they relax and have fun.” He pointed to a group of adult children attempting to retrieve their kite from a tall tree. As we parted from the man and his carrot, wishing them both an enjoyable afternoon, he turned to Max saying: “I like to make people smile!”
Graye Shattky is an old soldier who lives in St Bathans and, from time to time, is tempted to wave his rusty sword at important issues.