WARNING: This blog is ritten in Bear English, wich is phonetic. An that is mor than yu can say abowt the werd "phonetic".

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Mallum Cove

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: Wa-heyy! The new football seazon starts today- so I hope yu ar all wearin yor best BLOO PANTS in support ov Gillingham! (Other bloo items ov clothin help too, but lukky bloo pants hav been syentifikly proovd to be most effecktiv. Mummy pleez note. I don't care if they pinch. Get 'em on.)
  • Simpsons: no
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
  • Day Score: 7/10

Weer off to Granny's tomorro, an weel be bak Tewsday. But befor we go, I wantid to show yu sum pikchers ov a big playse we sor wen we wer up in Yorkshire. It was calld Mallum Cove.

It looks like a big cliff-

wiv a littol streem comin owt ov the bottom ov it-

so wat is it?

Well, a long, long time ago, like wen Daddy waz smoll, a big river rusht along a valley an fell off this cliff, so reelly where yu can see the cliff, there yewst to be a hewge warter-fall.

But wat happend is, the warter seept into the rock, becos it's calld limestone, an it's pawruss. It sank down down down into the rock till there waz no river eny mor, an no warter-fall, just a littol trickol ov warter comin out the bottom, wich is this stream:

that's Daddy in the bakgrownd, that is.

but we had been walkin over the hills all day, and so cayme to this playse at the TOP ov it! This is Mummy lookin a bit scared, cos she duzzent like hites very much:

Heer's a vew ov the top ov thecliff, the old warter-fall:

see that curvd line goin down? That's the steps. We had to go across the top ov the cove an down those steps. (I thort "WOW!" and lookt forward to a mega slide down a bannister! But they dident hav wun. So I rode in Mummy's rucksack insted. Whilst tukt up in there, I cowntid the steps. There wer 417. Dilly cowntid them too. She sez there wer 2.)

So heer we ar, crossin the top ov the cove:

Dilly is bein camo-flarged in this next pikcher. Can yu see her?

The rocks up there are like big smooth lumpy stuff. Daddy sez that they wer mayde this way by the old rushing warter, wen it waz a warter fall. I arskt him if he had a foto from those days, but he dident. WOW he is even older than fotography.

Dilly sez that Meanie told her that the rocks look like this cos they are reelly old dragon poo gon hard, from long ago "wen wagons woamed the Ingwlish countwyside".

(Good greeeeeef.)

Arfter all this I waz a tired Bear. So wen we got bak to the hotel, me an Daddy shared a very speshol beer:


Bye fer now!


Pope Terry said...

Banana beer, I didnt think the old ale could get any less appetising but there it has, well for me anyway. Oh and try not to flout your counting skills over Dilly.

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Pope Terry, Dilly only cownts two. I don't meen she stops cowntin at two. She just cownts evrything mor than one as two.

(See heer fer mor on this, if it issent confewsin enuff alreddy.)

So I'm not reelly flowtin. It's jus she sez there wer two.

But BANARNANA BEER! WOW! It waz very yummy. An affordid intrestin taystin belches. HAAAAAHAHAHAHA


Margaret said...

Stunning photo's, Bob, but em.....

aren't you a little young for drinking?????

I seem to remember a little bear with a sore head when it happened before!

Koobuss said...

What a fantasitc blog and great pictures!!! You sure have been very busy.

And beer, too!!! I am speechless.

Great job, Bob!

Lots of Koobuss Kisses,

Pope Terry said...

Arh now I see it, that is actually very clever of the little guy. Though I hope banks dont start employing this method.

Meanie the baby dragon said...

Hi Bob! My yikez duh picktowz. Taow yo Mawmaw naht tu be skaowd cuz yo Pawpaw weow pwotect huh!

Oh... itz duh twoof uhbowt duh dwagun pooppee!

Phytheas said...

Hi Bob. I've just got some blue trousers, do they count as hug pants?


Phytheas said...

Me again. Looks like that beer has made you 'armless!


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


I dident remember drinkin at all. But then I sor the foto....

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


I dident remember drinkin at all. But then I sor the foto....

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Hi Koob!

Wy thank cu!

Yes, it's hard work, goin on holiday!

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Pope Terry,

I kno wat yu meen. But as I understand it, it wud meen that no wun was overdrorn, cos she sez minus numbers ar just silly.
If it's not there, it's not there. It carnt be not there mor than sumthing else is not there.

Or sumthin like that.

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


I told Mummy to imagin she waz a Bear, an that mayde her feel abit mor brayve. But she still wuddent look over the edge.

She dident like it wen daddy lookt over the edge either. She sed it mayde the baks ov her legs go tingly.


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


I like the outfit yu wor wen yu visitid Sutton Hoo resently. Did yor Mum mayke it?

As fer hug pants- hummm....
it depends. Do yu feel strayngely secure an cumfertid wen yu hug them? If so, they wud mayke good hug pants.

My best hug pants ar an old pair ov daddy's, wiv holes in them an sum faydid patches. They ar well-worn an soft, an big enuff to mayke a hammok out ov.

But evry Bear will hav his own choyse of Hug Pant. It just depends how they mayke yu feel.

But as they ar bloo, even if yu deside not to appoynt them as Hug Pants, yu cud wear them on Chewsdays an Saterdays to serpport Gillingham. Jhee jhee jhee...