I’ve lately fallen in love with a garden hippo (think - erstwhile garden gnome) after seeing one floating around in a lily pond at our local nursery It’s just the fibreglass head, you understand. It was immediately a must-have for me. It looked so real and reminded me of that true story about a hippo, named Huberta, who stirred up a lot of interest some decades ago, by strolling by herself, through some of the towns and gardens of the Natal coastline, apparently on some sort of personal mission. So I got myself one and put it in our swimming pool . Huberta was sometimes found swimming in people’s pools. Unfortunately, my hippo tends to interfere with the Kreepy-Krauly (Pool cleaner) and in this foreign environment, from the view point of my sitting room window, looks rather like a large elephant turd when it does float into view. It also gave our neighbour a fright: he popped in to check on the house one day while we were away and thought it was a dead cat.
I must really build it a lilly pond. Meanwhile, she obliges as a swimming aid for my grandchildren.