A most handsome and well dressed pagan scarecrow he was. He sent his allotment holding resident caretaker to the nearest charity shop periodically when another festival was due in order to keep up his sartorial elegance as well as to celebrate the solstices.
But early last summer he disappeared and even the offer of free homegrown vegetables did not secure his return. Nor were there any clues or ransom demands.
Now the friend I have on Facebook is the ghost of a well dressed scarecrow.