It’s half term, Mummy, Daddy, Sapphire, The Viking and me went camping. For 3 nights we slept in a yurt. A yurt is a humungous funny shaped tent. The Viking wanted to know why it was called the same name as those little fruit yoghurts! Little brothers!
It was fun, we cooked sausages and baked potatoes on a camp fire.
When we got home, it seemed such a long time since we’d made our secret plan (Blog 17) to take our thank you present to Trisseen and J’ree. At last…….. yesterday we put all the pots of bulbs we’d planted into Grandpa’s car and off he drove. He took Mummy as well. I thought of that idea because I was worried that if Grandpa was talking to J’ree about music Trisseen might decide to do some gardening. So I thought Mummy could talk to Trisseen inside the house.
Granny stopped her car just inside the hidden gate in The Wood of a Thousand Trees. We got out of the car and crept round the path that goes behind the vegetable garden, where we saw the huge snails passed the garden roller and out to the terrace in front of the house. (You can see how we kept hidden if you look at the map of the Isle of Oug.)
It’s nearly winter now and Sapphire said she was still worried about the animals who live on the Isle of Oug being cold and hungry. J’ree told her that the squirrels had been very busy collecting nuts and burying them in the ground to store them so that they have lots to eat in the winter. AND I’m going to tell you a disgusting story.
The Jay is a beautiful bird with pretty coloured feathers. BUT he eats his food and then sicks it up and stores it in the ground to eat later. Isn’t that yucky?
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