We went camping a few days ago! It was run by a lady called Emma, a man called James, and two little boys called Leo and Stanley. They were very nice – leant us airbeds when we forgot them. Also, we had a big space for our (newly) big tent and big car and whatnot. Emma and James made us feel very comfortable.
We were only allowed tents – but Emma and James and Stanley and Leo had a caravan all to share! But still, they don’t have an upstairs in the everyday-hut-shop with beds and everything, so we don’t blame them. And they didn’t have dirty toilets and broken sinks; they had working sinks and no blocked pipes with lovely clean toilets. They had haribo packets and other delicious sweeties we could buy with 50p, haribo with 10p, and other welcoming things.
They had some swings, monkeybars, a pirate ship and a trampoline. They were fun. Me and Stanley had to be prisoners underneath the undergrowth ‘because we were youngest’. I think that was very unfair. And Tilly ALWAYS got to be the captain’s wife.
A note to Tilly and William: In other words: I’m terribly, most annoyingly angry with you! I’m not a baby, you know! You can’t treat me like this! I’m here to care for! Not to be imprisoned – the worst part of the game!
In our field were chickens everywhere. In the one next were horses. They neighed and neighed at night and day. Tilly was annoyed when one of them galloped her out of her daydream. She didn’t tell us what it was – but it was certainly weird, because apparently one of her night-dreams was about flying pigs so we’re guessing it’s probably climbing cows next…
Emma and James had this really cute baby chicken named Berty the Birdy. Well, Berty, but he keeps squaking “B-” roll tongue – “er-” roll tongue – “t-” roll tongue – “y” like that, when he’s stressed. And when you say, “Berty! C’mon Berty! Who’s a good chicken! Is it you? Is it darling Berty-Werty – Berty Birdy?” Then he’ll respond and say that – I said those exact words and he only responds to them, but I don’t care – he’s only a darling chick-chicken. All chickens are chickens, and he’s one too.
We also went to a place near our campsite called Bath – but who’d want to bathe in it? Hahaha! Jokeywoke! Heeheehee! Actually, it’s not much of a joke because Romans (even slaves!) used to bathe in big, big warm bath. Have a look. On the internet type in ‘Roman Baths’. Hoo – anyway, it was very pretty with all it’s busy people and River Avon and whatnot. At least we didn’t let Berty out there – he’d probably either get run over or trod on or something. 🙁 They had pretty museums and tall and amazing buildings with wonderful views and all sorts. They had a sweet shop and we got choco-limes, mintballs, butterscotch sweets and mintchoc. Yummy!
We also went to a pub called Wells. It was rainy, so we were lucky to be inside. Andy had the most biggy burger in the world and Mummy had soup and I had battered chicken with chips, Tilly had battered chicken with peas, and William had goujons of cod and peas. 😛 😛 😛 😛
Before going home, we went to a place called Sailsbury – pronounced ‘Sulsbury’ – where there were a lot of shops full of souvenirs and wonderful keyrings and warm, fluffdibul blankets of doomdibul terror. See? I’m only joking – I made them words up. But I do say, they were fluffy – just not doomabul.
We also went to see STONEHENGE! It was the most amazing thing in the world. We had little Audio Guide phones. We pressed buttons such as: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and a lady replied talking about the stones on each number. When we heard the noise ‘Doing’ all the grown-ups including Mummy and Andy had to stop listening, and the kids’ listening would press the green button. Then they’d wow their grown-ups what they’d learnt.
Do you know why at one face of the stones there isn’t too many? Because stones fall dow, right? And nothing’s stopping these stones from doing the same!
One of the stones fell over and it was very precious and the people who made didn’t want no stones left, so they propped it back up with concrete and wood. They didn’t cover it because they thought people later who look at it (like us) would see back into the history.
I knew some things about Stonehenge from our Caveman project, so we knew that the Cavemen built it. The people in the museums built little huts and we pretended to sacrifise Ben the Bear (my cuddly toy) on the Cook Fire in one. 😉
For dinner (a lot of the time, not all the time) we had some BBQs on our mini barbeque we bought with us.
We also made some friends: Danielle, Jess and George. George was a girl, Georgia, but she prefered to be a boy, so they call her George like in Famous Five.