Mischief at the Model Village!

Oh, I love how one thing leads to another and before you know it, you're leaping over fences and past signs that say KEEP OF THE GRASS with your husband as lookout and your heart pounding in case the man at reception catches you at it!

It all started with a Facebook post from my sister who recently went to Great Yarmouth Model Village for someone's wedding day (IKR!). She found a model person there that she thought looked exactly like me (Mmm.....debatable).


A friend wrote a comment saying wouldn't it be cool to visit every model village in Britain and put a model of yourself in it.....

BOOM! Right. Up. My. Street. The exact mix of creativity and sneakiness I love.

Next thing I know I'm emailing my nearest model village (Blackpool) to find out the scale of the models (1:12) and squidging and shaping Paper Clay to make a mini-me.....



Into the oven like the Little Gingerbread Man she goes, to dry thoroughly.....



And she's ready to be painted in my tell-tale yellow raincoat, red boots and multi-coloured scarf.

A ride on my lap up the M6 and in we go to Blackpool Model Village, me and 'er.....



So, let's run riot....

The blokes outside the pub look a bit suspicious of the new girl in town, don't they?



But the ladies outside the tea shop are very happy to chat.....



The beer delivery man even offers her a ride.....



.....to the castle. Turns out she's a good little climber.....



Oops, in fact, got herself into a bit of a scrape.....

There's just time for bit of people-watching amongst the hustle and bustle of the market.....



A stroll along the pier.....

A quiet moment of contemplation outside the garden centre.....



Before.....no.....surely not....

Yep, she's off. Where'll she land, nobody knows.....