Lookin at things

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: no, I had a choyse: watch an episode I've seen 4 times, or go to Tesco. It wassent a Lisa episode, so...
• Tesco: yes, obviously.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 hahaha /10
• Day Score: 8/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Wen we wer in Yorkshire I notist that there ar lots ov hills. (I'm observant, I am.) An wen peepol go there they mostly look at those hills.

I'm good at lookin at things. Bein a Spy issent all abowt skiing downhill in a soopt up car an watchin laydies walk out ov the sea in just their undies (wa-heyy!). Oh no. A lot ov spying is jus lookin. So wen they sed we wer off fer a walk in the Dales to look at the vews, I waz alreddy kwite prepared.

Heer we all ar, owt fer a walk:

L-R: Daddy, Dilly, me, Mummy. Exsept it's a shadow, so weer reelly R-L. Possibly.

There ar lots ov fields, an they go mostly up an down:

Note man in red suit. Obviussly not a Spy.

They hav lots ov old walls mayde ov stone, to divide up the fields:

Sumtimes the trees hav grown throo the walls. They're a tuff lot, up in Yorkshire, they ar:
I waz worreed that there wer Zulus comin over this hill, but they ternd out to be anuther wall:

Walkin fer miles is hard fer a Bear of littol legs, so they put in gates heer an ther fer us to rest on:

It can even be exorstin fer the sheep:

eevn the yungsters:

Tomorro I'll tell yu a bit abowt the town we stayd in, an wat Grayum did on holiday (not much).

Bye fer now!