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!

Sheeplets

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: resting
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: yes
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
• Overall Score: don't wear overalls-?? /10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

We went to a playce that had baby sheep. (Sheeplets). They had put them in a pen with lots of straw bales. The idea was that if yu had a small child yu cud leave them there to cuddol a sheeplet wile yu went off fer a pint.

WELL, never wun to let us down on the Wat-As-A-Parent-Can-I-Possibly-Do-Today-To-Embarrass-A-Small-Bear front, Mummy desydid that she wontid to play too. Never mind that she is so aynshent she can ownly wear cumpfterbol shooz. Off she went.

The man at the gate sed, "Wat? A big gerl like yu?" an she sed "Yep!" an in she went. Very soon she had a sheeplet bundold onto her an yu know wat? It got worse. We had to wait AGES cos the silly thing fell asleep on her.

Onnistly, the silly sissy stuff I hav to put up wiv. I'm a trained Spy, yu know. I'm a Bear. I do feroshus an evrything. I shuddent hav to wait around while my muther hugs under-developt Not-A-Bears.

Bye fer now!