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

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

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:

Wa-heyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bye fer now!