A cheeky New Year’s Eve special. And I present to you – the water pump. And what a lovely water pump this is. Looking like a cross between the Tardis and a Royal Yeoman, you can find this little number in Lincoln’s Inn. Are there others in London? Oh, and why is the tap so low to the ground? To wash muddy boots? Or hooves?
I can’t resist a bit of stone masonry. Nearby, a griffin looks over an open expanse. Like the water pump, it also dreams of another time, another place.