Lost and Found on the Isle of Skye

While exploring the Highlands of Scotland I stayed for a time on the Isle of Skye.

Skye is a beautiful island that seems like the setting for a fairy tale; in fact, I believe I unwittingly stumbled upon just that.

On my way down to Talisker Bay,

I stumbled upon a soft mound of fluff. I could not figure out what the fuzzy stuff was for and why it had been abandoned in this desolate place.

I thought perhaps I could make use of it, it would make an excellent hat or wig, but then again it was not mine, I had no right to keep it.

Thus, I set out to find the local lost and found, without any luck.

Discouraged, I sat in the field wondering who could have lost this wooly fluff and how could I find them?

Then it struck me, this field was full of sheep! Big white fluffy sheep, perhaps one of them had misplaced part of his sweater.

I found the half-naked sheep who had misplaced some of his wardrobe.

When I informed him that I had found his missing sweater he was so elated…

That he rolled all the way down the hill to collect his lost fluff.

Once he had donned his duds he was very pleased with himself.

And there you have it, the sheep and his sweater, a modern fairy tale.



Tiny Hippo Mails Letter in London

I must keep in touch with my friends at home while I am staying in the United Kingdom!

Let the letter writing begin.

Make sure the envelope is well licked.

Apply all the proper postage.

Hmm… not sure where those stains came from.

Into the Queen’s Royal Mail.

Arriving at the Flat in Earl’s Court

I had quite an adventure getting into our flat in Earl’s Court.

Finding the proper flat was a bit of a trick.

Then I had to open the heavy gate.

Next I had to navigate my way down the stone stairs.

Once I had made it down the stairs it was time to focus on the front door.

I had the house keys, it seemed simple enough.

But how would I turn the key once I got up there? Oh bother, keys were just not made for hippos, perhaps mail slots were.

Home at last.