About 30 minutes walking/snowball-fighting down the river we saw the perfect spot. A little spit of land near St. Catherines Lock where fishermen usually do their thing (y'know - fishing). We set to "work" and soon had the funniest looking snowman I've ever seen. Here's the little fella posing with Bethany - she's the one who doesn't have a carrot for a nose.
For those who are wondering (and there must be almost half a dozen of you) those are over-a-year-old Cadbury's Creme Eggs for his eyes, a carrot for his nose and some Pumpkin Candy Corn (left over from Halloween) for his mouth. And some twig thing for his hair.
Hence the name "The Edible Snowman".
Here he is from the opposite bank, where everyone will see him as they walk past.