A Traveller's Life for Me. Just not Yet.

There comes a time in every young man's life when he must take flight and explore the world beyond all that he knows. Today was that day.

In preparation for my expedition Mummy & Daddy gave me a bath. Auntie Stephanie says I won't start to smell until I'm eleven years old, but even so it was good to feel as fresh as a daisy before my adventure.

Despite my early morning bravado I was secretly glad when Nanna and Grandad arrived. They were going to come too! Shortly afterward, we all set off for our hike. It turns out that we live near a river called The Thames, and that's where we were headed.

It turns out I have the buggy equivalent of the new Ferrari 458 Italia. It's red and cream and is a love machine.

After a minute or two into the journey, however, I realised travel just isn't for me. Not yet anyway. I entertained them all down in the garden for a short while but then insisted we get back inside. My flight from the nest will simply have to be postponed for a while.

Still, just when I thought the day's adventure was over, Great Auntie Roie popped in to say hello.

She has a red sports car, a bit like my buggy. It turns out I have cousins (or something similar) just up the road. They're called Marcia and Jonny and I hope to have them round for a drink one afternoon while the sun's still shining.

It's a big world out there. I'll take it all in my own good time.

AMK