To Northchurch on Sunday, to act as Godfather at my niece’s Christening – a mercifully mild ceremony these days.
Facing the church door is this –
Peter the Wild Boy, [died] 1785. His story, according to Wikipedia, is here –Peter the Wild Boy
His original soubriquet evidently followed him to the grave. He died at quite an advanced age, and, by that stage, was no longer very wild. I suppose Peter the Tame Old Man wouldn’t really have the same ring to it.