Coming back from Rome on my way to the airport I saw in a run down shop with gruesome religious statues this lovely fat cherub hanging in the window. I asked the taxi to stop, rushed in and rushed out carrying my very heavy angel. It would have shattered if thrown in with the luggage so I carried it to the plane. It did not fit in the overhead luggage rack nor under the seat. The putto was threatened with being taken off me and put in with the luggage. I begged ‘please it’s an angel’. I made a fuss and the pilot came out. I explained the situation and he said he would take him in the cockpit and let him sit behind his seat. Only an angel could have achieved this outcome!
He has now been at Tresanton for over 20 years and remains our ‘Guardian angel’.