Wat a serprize! -Look wat I fownd on holiday!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 7 Sam is DEFNITLY cheetin. He waz MUTCH mor serprized than this. He jus wuddent admit it. /10
• Day Score: 7.56789811200000000256/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Sumtimes yu find a villidge that looks well, a tad boring, at ferst. To a Bear, enyway. An then yu find sumthing that maykes yu go WA-HEYYY!!!!!!!

Tayke Castleton, for exampol. Dilly liket it, cos it had a carsol in it. But, uther than a fine choyce ov trees to poo behind, it had nuthin for the Bear. OR - SO - I - THORT.

Look-

A sleepy, innosent lookin playce.....

Ahhh... nice enuff to put on the frunt ov a box ov fudge:Big hills...

...look how littol this tree looks, growin owt the side ov a big hill....

deep valleys...Jus look at how hi it goze up! I meen, Daddy's tall, but look at him neer this!Heer's Mummy an me at the foot ov it. I bet yu carnt spot us!!!Now, sum hills ar just wastid. I meen, they're just thare, bein hills. Sum get a train tunnel goin throo them. An sum, if they're reelly speshol, get a cayve!!!! LOOK!BUT!!! That issent eevn the best part!

HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!

Yor not goin to beleev this!!!!

HAHA!

Gess wat this cayve is calld???

Gess! (Yu'll never gess!)

LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!That's rite! It's calld The Devil's Arse!!!!!!!! HAHAHA!

Behind the sleepy pritty cottidges an the rollin hills an cewt stuff, they've got a hewge cavern calld THE DEVIL'S ARSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAAAAAAAAA!

Oh boy, I larfft so mutch my bum neerly burst!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAHAHA!

Bye fer now!

Sum mor grayte sights!!!!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 7 that Sam is defnitly cheetin- I'm shor he waz far mor serprized than he sed./10
• Day Score: ooooooo, 7 ish/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I fergot that Daddy had a camra too, this hollyday, cos Mummy got him wun for his berfday larst munth. He loaded his fotoes up today an wa-heyy!! Look hoo I fergot!!!-Hehehe! Can yu see me? Heer I am-This waz a VERY TALL laydy Bear in a Indian Sari. She waz in a shop in Buxton. The shop waz very small an also had sum VERY SMALL Bears, too. An lots ov crarfty stuff, like buttons an beads an ribbons, an uther gerly stuff like that.

The laydy had a saluki-dog calld Jess. Jess had a puppy larst munth an had him wiv her that day. Duzzent she look nice?-

That sayme day we went into a littol shoppin senter in Buxton- it waz in a bildin that yewst to be a swimmin pool! Chek owt the seelings!-

Mummy waz mor intrestid in this cat, wich wanderd up an down the Hi Street. I think he livd in wun ov the flats over the shops or the howses behind them. He waz very frendly. I think he waz wundring wy evrywun waz in his yard. We sor him nippin owt for a walk at nite, too. He sertinly aktid like he ownd the street an knew all the nooks an crannys.

On Wendzday we went to Bakewell. Over heer (I don't kno if yu see them in Merryka or Ostraylia or Frarnce or uther playces) we get a nice dezert calld Bakewell Tart: Yu mayke it by doin paystry, then line it wiv frooty jam, then por on sum sponge mix that's got egg an grownd almons in it an it's almondy flayverd an yum, then sprinkol sliced almons on top. Then bake it. Slurp! Then yu eet it hot wiv ice creem, or custerd, or cold like a cake wiv creem. It's yum! Enyway, I digress! Bakewell is whare the tart comes from....In Bakewell they cook it like I jus sed, but also uther ways as well- so they had sum wiv icin on top, sum wiv creem on top, an sum that had paystry on the top as well as the bottom an theez types wer calld Bakewell PUDDINGS-An look hoo I met inside the puddin shop!!! He waz gardin the goodies!!I met sum ov his starff. They wer a mad bunch, all hi on shugar, I think!! Hehe!Bakewell tarts an puddings ar so grayte they eevn hav their own spot on Wikipedia, heer!

Ahhh... wat next? Oh! I kno! I diffrent type ov puddin compleetly! Look! We went for a stroll rownd a villidge calld Tissington an I think a horse wiv a bad tummy had been thare befor us. He dropt a few puddins ov his own, all along the layne! Throw my arms up at him!HAHAHAHA!

Daddy sed I wassent to post that wun but heez gon to bed allreddy. So thare. Enyway, hooz blog izit? Hehe!

Bye fer now!

Holiday Bears!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 8, but I rekkon Sam cheetid /10
• Day Score: 7.13698/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Today I thort I wud tell yu abowt sum ov the grayte Bears I met on my travols larst week.

The ferst wuns wer in a Craft Senter in a villidge calld Longnor. They wer an odd mix. Mummy calld them Ekletik. But I dident see eny wires.

Heer they ar: (clik for a bigger look- wun ov them is a monk, an eevn had a bald patch!!)

This wun waz a hiker. He offerd to lend me his map but I told him we wud probly stik to the car, cos ov the clowds owt thare...

Then I met this chap. He waz in charge ov the fudge! Wat a grayte job! Hehehe! I bort sum from him. It waz ginger flayvor, an had lumps ov ginger in it. It waz yum!In a playce calld Ashbourne, we fownd this Bear Adopshun Senter (it also has a website, heer!):

(note to Phytheas: look! See that Bear far-rite? I think he is smaller than yu!)

Inside, theez Bears wer praktissin their Synchronized Sittin on sum stairs. I sat wiv them for the foto an a chat. They wer sorry to hav mist the Olympik event, but keen to get in trainin:

Mummy arskt the laydy if thare were eny clothes my size. She showd us to a shelf whare thare wer sum jumpers. It waz a bit embarrissin cos sum ov the wuns she showd me wer green an pink, an wun had a hart an eevn a flower on it. Pah! She dident kno hoo I waz! I sed to her, I'm a boy Bear! She jus smiled an sed I waz cewt. But I do ferroshus, an I think Mummy shud hav poyntid this owt.

Enyway, I venchully got this wite Aran jumper. It's kwite nice, all soft an snug.

Wotcha fink?

Arfter I tryd it on I wontid to keep it on, so Mummy had to tayke me to the cownter an pay for it thare. She told her, "He wud like to keep it on." an the laydy sed that waz OK, an that it soootid me.

Bak at the hotel, I fownd that the uther Bears had sortid owt sum Scooby Snaks!!!- So I had to chaynge bak into my hoody cos Mummy sed I shuddent get crums on my new jumper. (Naaaaag, naaaaaaag, naaaaaaag!)Nex time, I'll show yu sum views ov hills, rain, sheep, hills, sheep, rain, hills, hills, sheep an hills. Oh, an rain.

Hehehee!

Bye fer now!

Weer bak!!!

Holiday scores:

• Gills: no, but we did play yesterday, an wun, wich waz a good welkum bak.
• Simpsons: yes- we had a telly in our room an I watcht The Simpsons most nites.
• Tesco: They dident hav wun in Buxton. Well, ownly a tiny wun. We got sum petrol thare.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
• Overall Score: 8.436291/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Wa-heyy! I've got so menny fotoes I don't kno whare to start!

I cuddent log on evry day from the hotel as I had thort. The signol wassent grayte an thare jus wassent time to play abowt wiv it. Never mind! Heer's my inishol de-breef: (hehehee! de-breef!!! Hehheee! Getcher pants off! Hehehe Cheeky Bear!)

The wether dident improov mutch. Buxton is 1300 ft abuv sea level so if it's goin to be wet an windy, that's not reelly the best playce to be, cos as well as wet an windy, it got a bit cold, too. So we dident go for long walks in the Derbyshire Dales, wich we wontid to do, reelly, arfter the long walks we did in the Yorkshire Dales larst yeer wer so good.

Lots of sheep up thare. Nun ov them seemd botherd by the wether.This wun eevn seems to be larffin.

Insted, we did alot ov driving abowt an lookin at littol villidges. Mummy dident mind cos, since she did that sponsord run in May, she haz a bad bak. So she wassent up to much walkin enyway, unless it waz walkin between littol tea-shops for tea an cayke.

Hahaha! This cheeky yung jackdaw mayde me larf! (This is a minicher railway that went rownd wun ov the parks in Buxton.)

So my fotoes will be hills, clowds, sheep, old bildings an cayke. Mostly. Met a few Bears, too. An on Therzday we went to the Opera.

This iz Buxton Opera Howse whare we went.

It waz calld The Pirates Of Penzance. An gess wat? Oh my! The boss-man in it is a Major-General - AN HE HAD A BEAR!!! He did! He kept comin on stayge in a nite-shert an nite-cap, an carryin his Bear! The Bear waz warin a nite shert an cap, too, an hid a littol whiskey-flarsk in his pokket, wich the Major-General kept taykin a sip from. So the Bear waz the whiskey ishooer! Hehe!

Daddy sneekt a kurten-call foto at the end, but yu carnt see the Bear. This is very disappoyntin as he had the main role, in my opinyun. Poo.

It waz good fun tho. We wer rite at the bak an up at the top so nowun mindid me havin a good old paw-stomp an darnse. I joynd in a bit, too, wen I rekognized a few tewns.

Well, that's jus for a chek-in, reelly. I'll sort throo the fotoes an put sum on in my nex few posts.

Oh! An wen I got home, Mrs Nesbitt had sent us a card she mayde! It sed "Welkum Home" an inside waz this poem-

The weather was awful since you went away,

But now you're home safe, Hip Hip Hooray!

We'll meet one day when we'll watch the sun

And if it's dull we'll all watch Bob's bum!

Hehehehe! Thanks, Mrs N!

Bye fer now!

Cap'n's Holiday Log Stardayte 180808

WIFI aksess in the hotel room, guys!! CHEK. IT. OWT! Ya carnt get rid ov me that eezly! Wa-heyyy!!!!!!!!!

Well, weer heer. This waz our ferst vew ov the Peak Distrikt:

The Peak Distrikt: Hills, rayne, grarss, treez, an....er... truks (?)

Eech ov the rooms in the hotel haz a diffrent moovie theem. Or SKEEM, cos it's just the decorayshun, yu don't get mewsik. Wich is a shayme reelly, as weev got the James Bond room!!!!!!!!!!

An so a Spy-Bear gets to stay in the Bond sweet. Appropryet, huh?

Mummy is hoping to find sum Bond gagetry, like a button that makes a barth appeer, cos we ownly hav a shower an she likes to lie her old bones down an soak. (WEIRD.) (We do hav a loo, too, don't worry. Jus thort I'd menshun that. I kno that sum Merrykans think we still yews pots under the bed over heer, along wiv horses and carts for taxies, an finger puppetry for TV.) (HAHAHAHAHAHA)

Mummy an Daddy left us heer to explor wile they went owt to eet. I fownd owt that the hotel owner haz a small (yet wide) wite terrier calld BOB! So I hope I can get him to poze in a foto wiv me.

Bye fer now!

Holiday log part 3: Woods

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes- akchewly sor an episode that I hadeent seen befor!!
  
• Tesco: no, an weer owt ov cow-joose- they hav startid to yews the UHT stuff. I think I shall hide it....
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9.5/10
• Day Score: 6.639762/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Wen they sed we wer goin to the New Forest, I thort it wud be wun big wood, a reelly big thik dark wood. I thort that waz wat a forest was. Do yu? Well no, it issent! It's woods in sum playses, but also fields calld heathland. This meens fields that ar scruffy.

There wer also fields calld mire, wich means bogland. HAHAHAA. Peepol in the USA mite not kno but BOG is a slang nayme for a toylet! HAHAHA! BOGland! Well I thort it waz funny, anyway!

This is a bit ov BOGland. The lumps ar all mossy an bownsy. Daddy is bownsin across them. Akchewly, this is the ferst time I hav put a foto ov Daddy on the blog. As he is a teecher, he is a bit shy ov havin his pikcher on a blog, in cayse eny ov the herd ov 7 an 8 year olds he teeches see him. Hehee. Ah, don't worry Daddy, yor ownly small in this wun!

We took this pic dewrin a long walk. Heer ar sum mor pic's, from the woody part ov the walk:

Spot the Daddy:

This wun waz the biggest in the forest. It's a big Sekkoya tree, from North Amerryka. I tuk this pikcher from underneeth it. The bark issent hard like uther trees, it's soft an squidgy an warm!:Mummy liket it too:I deesydid to giv it a littol help to keep it the tallest:Heer's sum mor big wuns. Spot the Daddy agen:

Heer he is!!I fownd a nice big cone for a sooveneer. Mummy sed it waz ok to keep this wun coz all the seeds had gon. It's enormuss. I bet sum ov my doggy frends wud like to giv it a chew.We did a few big walks. On the longest we stopt fer a rest at a log an drank tea from a flarsk. That's our map in frunt ov us. Notiss Sam haz got my coat on!!!

Sum peepol preferd not to walk! I don't kno the laydy's nayme but the horsey waz calld Mulberry. I like his fluffy feet.

A few mor intrestin things...

This is a World War II bomb crater. I bet the frogs rownd heer like it.

Sum ov the trees had enormuss roots! Heer is Daddy agen. If yu dident kno the roots wer hewge, he'd be like a wee leprecorn.A New Forest robin!This berd is calld a Tree-Creeper cos he creeps rownd trees like a mowse.Just wun mor ov sum trees!

I luv walks in the woods, I do! I jus wish it had been warm enuff for us Bears to hav a piknik! As it waz, the sum waz shyny but it waz still chilly. Wen we got bak to the Bed An Brekfast playse, we all sat rownd the fire to warm our toze....

Next time I'll tell yu bowt sum speshol playses I vizitid. (Meenwile, Dilly has bloggd abowt the Reptile playse we vizited, if yu want to hav a look!)

Bye fer now!