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For a town that tends to dine out rather well on ambitions of artistic and bohemian behavior, the true barometer for detecting the creative pulse within Wivenhoe is of course assessing the standard of pumpkins on display.

Twelve months ago and my hatchet knife anti-art effort was rather cruelly defined by one passing chin stroker as: “Wayne Rooney paralysed by a horse tranquilser, sitting inside a tanning salon.”

Nice.

Not to be outdone by the abomination of the kitchen knife accident of last year, a pumpkin has been purchased. Head First on the High Street had a fine selection on sale on Saturday. Last minute Halloween hackers would do well to return once again this weekend.

I loved the ingenuity of the little folk doing the hard sell of autumnal squash. Pumpkin soup was being sipped throughout the day, with the little folk grinning with the same style of enthusiasm found from my pumpkin carving efforts of autumn’s past.

The plan perhaps for this year is to style my effort on the features of The Beatle with the most simplistic face. Yep - Ringo is going to be scaring away the ankle biters from around the bottom of the town come trick or treat time.

I can’t compete with the truly exceptional sausage dog pumpkin that was seen towards the foot of Park Road last year. If it all goes wrong with the blunt bread knife then Ringo may become a Yoko themed botch of avant garde art gone wrong.

Which is *very* Wivenhoe, dahhhhhling.