Samsung/394 approached our table outside the i360 (by Brighton beach) tangled in string – shackled to a twig with about ten leaves attached.
About an hour (and 0.8 biscuits) later, he was free – but only after we’d tried an assortment of ways of nobbling him…
Once we’d got the string off (and returned the knife and the scissors, and washed our hands), I texted the number on the ring.
It turned out he’d got tied up before, and been rescued (and ringed) – unable to walk for a few weeks that time.
Hopefully this won’t happen to him again – but apparently it’s not that uncommon.
He won’t learn. Will we?