Well, here it is … all seven feet of it.

I apologize for the quality of the photo, but I had to get it silhouetted against the sky, otherwise you couldn’t have seen it … If any of the local deliverymen had come along at the critical moment, my reputation (what little remains of it that is) would have been in tatters.  Me, flat on my stomach on the driveway, clutching my trusty digital camera and wondering if I’d ever get back on my feet again without the aid of a block and tackle.  (I’m neither as young nor as svelte as I used to be, you know …).

Actually – looking at that photo, it’s a bit like one of those tricksy let-us-tie-your-eyes-in-knots pictures, isn’t it? The kind Max Escher used to produce.  You can’t quite make out which is back and which is front.  Sorry.  You’ll just have to trust me on this.  It’s … magnificent.