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This time of year, I sometimes like to take a walk of an evening. The last time I walked one of my regular routes, sitting quietly beside a farm track was a stone cherub, about 10 inches long. Not the sort of thing I'd have expected to see there.

Tonight I did the walk again, and the cherub had disappeared as mysteriously as it had come.

For some reason, I have the urge to check that it's still the year it was when I set out.