October Photo Round-up

Tonight's the night for all things spooky and spectacular. An evening of witches and ghouls, ghosts and goblins. And, in particularly enthusiastic gardens, a time for Wilf to dodge silly string and toilet roll until dawn.

Yes, it's Halloween, which also means it's the 31st October, the end of quite a tumultous month for old Wilf. Here's a run down of just what our favourite garden dweller has been up to this past month.

Wilf the Prize Winner

When we last caught up with Wilf, he'd crowned himself Poet Gnomeate, and was eagerly setting down to write his personal memoir in limerick form. Half an hour later he flung his pen at the floor and gave up. His lyrical career may have been short lived, but as far as accolades go, winning a bag of sweets and a copy of 'Game' from Harper Collins isn't such a poor end to proceedings!

Celebrating a Wedding

  
 Wilf's Twitter friend James Pendred kindly notified of him of his latest exemplary role - 'Wedding Gift'. Unfortunately, it seems he was caught running a little late..Wilf wishes Tom Moseley and his wife all the best!

Gaining some Work Experience
 

Wilf quite fancies a career in the media when he grows up. In fact, he's been doing some work experience with our friends at Garden Centre Update magazine. Here he is taking a break from investigative reporting at journal manager Jill Williams' desk.


500 Facebook Fans!

It looks like Wilf got dressed up in his new favourite outfit to celebrate his latest social media milestone - five hundred followers on his Facebook page! The starburst effect does a great job of making Wilf look taller too, so it's win win all round.

Want to help make Wilf's November? Send your woodland photos to woodlandwilf@solusgl.com, or get involved on Facebook and Twitter!

There's a New Wilf (or Four) in Town...

 With over twenty unique designs having been available since he first made his way into gardens in 2006, Woodland Wilf has proved more than a little popular with the gnome adoring public. He’s had a love come and go (hello goodbye, Woodland Willow), and created his own set of Woodland Friends, but it’s high time that Wilf himself had a makeover.  Little did Wilf realise, however, that new wardrobe changes would also grant Wilf the thing he wants most – height!

Four new Wilf designs will soon be available in garden centres and figurine stockists across the UK, capturing all aspects of gnome life (Born to be Wild Wilf is still riding on into the sunset, for those who are interested). Above, from left to right:

GN0063 Woodland Wilf…Waves His Wand
GN0062 Woodland Wilf…Sees the Light

GN0060 Woodland Wilf…Pots the Plants

GN0061 Woodland Wilf…Tends to the Flowers

It’s good to see that, for at least a brief moment, Wilf went along with the whole ‘mystical creatures’ angle, though perhaps someone should tell him that having a good beard doesn’t automatically make him a wizard. ‘…Pots the Plants’ sees Wilf again doing his best around your flower beds and borders while you’re away, whilst ‘…Tends the Flowers’ is a rather nice reworking of the original ‘…Waters the Plants’, now standing 5cm taller! 

To Wilf, this is no small improvement in stature.

Finally, ‘…Sees the Light’ features a discrete solar panel on Wilf’s back that powers his very own lamp in the evening. Now the little man will never lose his way heading back from an evening by the pond.

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Woodland Wilf, Poet Gnomeate

Let it never be said that Mr. Wilf does not have a way with words. With yesterday seeing the return of National Poetry Day, it seemed that everyone and their grandmother had a rhyme they wanted to share with the world. Harper Fiction, in celebration of this lyrical event, held a little Twitter competition looking for the best 140 character poem. Unfortunately, they also suggested that gnomes have very little talent indeed.

Cue Wilf’s first public reading:

Wilf’s point went perhaps a little bit too far though – he only went and won the sweets. He didn’t plan on intimidating anyone, he was just looking for an excuse to get on his soap box again. Oh Wilf.