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Showing posts with label Rufus Stone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rufus Stone. Show all posts

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Holiday log part 4- speshol playses

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes- we went to the farmasy
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: suspendid- Daddy has pikt up anuver bug from the kids at skool. His hed is full ov snot. I'm seeriossly considerin givin him self-ishooin rites over the tishoos: it's that bad.
  • Day Score: 6.83296/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I wantid to giv yu the video ov the start ov our Sunflower Race today, but it won't upload. I've tryd it on YouTube an Blogger but they both fall over. I don't kno wy. It issent as big as sum ov my uther videos. Hey ho! I shall keep tryin.

Meenwile then........... on wiv the holiday snaps! Today the theme is Speshol Playses.

This is a cafe that waz just rownd the corner from whare we stayd. Look at the nayme! The Brock And Bruin! That meens badgers an Bears....

This is whare I had that luvly carrot cayke....

Thare wer lots ov Bears an badgers on shelves all arownd. Look up thare! It's Paddington!

I like how yu get the waiter to com over:

But Dilly fownd it a bit temptin. Huh!

It eevn had speshol Bear wallpayper in thare! Wa-hey!

Thay had very big Bears in the windo an they agreed to sit for a foto wiv me. Thare wer 2 laydys neerby hoo spottid my kit an sed "Hey! That's a Gillingham Bear!" an so Mummy introdewst me, but we wer fergot to arsk fer a pikcher for my blog. Poo!

Anuther speshol playse waz The Rufus Stone. Heer it is:

Rufus waz a King a long, long time ago. His reel nayme waz William The Second. Kings always hav numbers fer naymes like that. Enyway, a man calld Sir Walter Tyrrell tryd to shoot a stag wiv a bow an arrow an mist- the arrow bownst off an oak tree an hit the king (wich I think serves them rite cos yu shuddent be owt hertin stags. Onnistly.)

This marks the spot whare the old oak tree yest to be. I don't kno wat happend to the tree! But they put a stone heer to mark whare it had been. Then in 1841 they stuk this metal thing over the top ov it to protekt the stone. It waz kwite cold on my bottom! It is tryangewlar, so heer ar the uther 2 sides:

There waz a pub up the road naymed arfter Sir Walter Tyrrell. Nuthin naymed arfter the King tho. He must be pritty mifft bowt that.

Then we went to a littol villidge calld Minstead whare they had an old church. Mummy sed thare waz sumthing speshol in the graveyard. (Mummy's into Histry. Yu may hav gest.)

An look!It's the grave ov the man hoo wrote Sherlock Holmes!!!An look! Sumwun's left a pipe! Hehehe!That's abowt it reelly.

Next time I'll tell yu abowt a grayte playse I went calld a Bear Spa An Hotel. Yu jus won't beleev it wen yu see it! It waz the best playse ever! Hehe!

I'll hav anuther go at gettin that video uploaded now....

Bye fer now!