3pm: A majestic Saturday afternoon & here basking in the sun is Big Head (Canmoe means Big Head in Gaelic I think). So because thsi is Canmore we have a bloody great big head on Main Street, I like him - he gets decorated at different times of the year & I have to admit that I sometimes use his presence to coerce Tabby & Charlie into bed when things get stretched way beyond bedtime. The legend has it (according to me) that every night, Big Head gets up & wanders around Canmore - just his head & a pair of big feet - looking for naughty children who are refusing to go to bed. Of course my two are smart & one late night we drove down Main & he was still there, in his normal place fast asleep - the power of the legend has waned considerably since that night.
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