Hiya, remember me? My name is Bruce and I am 18 months old. Today I am telling you about what I think may be the best place in the world. The place called Yellowcraigs.
This weekend the Tom-human is away visiting the other human that they call The Mule, although he does not walk on four legs. After Tom-human and Kate-human, my next favourite humans are called Mel and Gordon. It is they that know of this place Yellowcraigs.
It is curious what humans find interesting about a place. Kate, for example, just kept staring at these twisty sticks.
But these sticks are of the growing kind, and hence no fun at all.
Gordon knows many things. He knows about how Yellowcraigs was once a rainforest, covered in lava-spewing volcanos! He knows about this island, whose name is Fidra.
He also knows much about the growing things.
This spiky thing is “Sea Buckthorn”
And this blue-ish purple-ish thing is “Viper’s Bugloss”
But the best thing about Gordon is that he likes BALL.
Gordon, please throw BALL.
While we were engaged in the pressing business of BALL, Mel and Kate marvelled at this swimming human.
There was much talk of “brr” and “chilly” and “a stronger woman than I” but I did not see what was so remarkable about it. For I will swim in the water whatever the weather! Who braved that frozen bog-pool at Eshaness last January? Bruce, that’s who. And can that swimming human find an important pebble in a pile of seaweed?
Or leap and seek out elusive BALL through the long grass?
I think not.