A Walk To Bog End And Back With My Dad

“What’s this?” I asked my dad. He’d just walked into the living room with several canvases under his arm. On top of the pile was a watercolour painting featuring Winnie The Pooh and Piglet walking through a dark underpass hand-in-hand while three somewhat grotesque, mean-faced men in trenchcoats loitered on the the other side.


“IT’S WINNIE THE POOH AND PIGLET ABOUT TO BE ASSASSINATED,” my