So much easier to carry off wicker wives and their sad-looking men than 8ft gnomes, the idea of whose gross ugliness I find all the more intriguing considering how, around your spooky castle there, people keep carrying their five dogs as well. A habit from the North, I gather, dimly recalling there was once upon a time an SF-fhandom word for transporting extremely cumbersome and heavy printers long distances on foot and per public transport. Am jealous, the ruinous abbey we visited was equipped with neither (e-)ghosts nor garden gnomes. Only one black dog...that kept following us around and oozed of cigar smoke.