Tuesday, 18 May 2010

24, 25, 26, 27 little elephants.

These are in Cavendish Square, behind John Lewis on Oxford Street. Erbie ran from one to the next and back again until I had to drag him away.

This one is my favourite so far - he is made to look like he’s covered in tree bark.


Cow elephant - geddit!


Posted by westendmum at 21:34
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Chic Mama said...

just catching up on the little elephants! I love the bark one too....probably the one I like best that you've shown so far. I wonder how many you've seen now. I have looked properly at 2!! And photographed them both. :0)

1 June 2010 at 22:20

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