This summer Britain has been festooned with bunting. The Union Jack variety. First because of the Queens jubilee and then the Olympics. Last week I went to look at an exhibition by artist Andrew Miller at Baltic 39 in Newcastle. One room was strung with row after row of bunting presumably questioning the country’s celebratory mood. You can find out more here. I thought it beautiful.
All the while I have had in my head;
Bye Baby Bunting
Daddy’s gone a hunting
Gone to fetch a rabbit skin
To wrap poor Baby Bunting in.
In this case “bunting” means chubby, so here is a roly-poly baby elf. And he is Number 25 in the 29 Faces challenge.