Highgate is the essence of a very particular
feeling. He is created when you stop and pay attention to the small
pleasures of life: the taste of cake fresh from the oven; the pattern
that leaves make against a clear, summer sky; the familiar goodnight
kiss of a mother or lover.
Each time you pause to savour one of these small pleasures, Highgate
smiles. And each time Highgate smiles, the sea of goodness that bathes
the world is swelled by one, small drop.
So, pause for a minute and enjoy the small pleasures of life and make
Highgate smile.
Highgate is the personification of
magnanimity. He is calm, compassionate and, above all, happy.
Highgate does not perform with the troupe on
stage. Instead he presides over all appearances by the Zirkus to
ensure that they are happy affairs and that the audience leaves feeling
uplifted.
Sunny days and toffee apples.
Any misery, be it animal or human. He
also dislikes the dull, dog days of winter when humankind seems to find
it particularly difficult to smile.
Highgate was one of those dolls that I bought
because it just grabbed me, rather than being the resincarnation of an
existing character. He is an artist sculpt made by a lovely woman
called Eva. However, he has made himself very much at home with
the troupe and sits on my bookshelf smiling benignly down on all, the
little tinker.
